I’m not exactly sure why I have an almost Biblical vengeance against Halloween. Don’t get me wrong. I love a good old scary movie by a roaring fire on an autumn eve as well as anyone.
Perhaps it’s because every year its presence invades our consciousness around Labor Day, seeping in like a malevolent fog, and lingers through November, when all the smiling jack-o-lanterns have decomposed into frowning faces more ghoulish than my own.
Perhaps it’s because Halloween is a holiday dedicated to celebrating a sinister accumulation of dark and terrifying unknowns that makes it so fearsome.
Perhaps it is because four years ago on that very day Dennis was diagnosed with cancer. Yes, I think that’s it.
Nevertheless, the occasion does have a bright side. When I asked Necie what she wanted to be this year, she suggested being a hippie. Last year we were twin witches. She asked if I knew what a hippie was. I replied of course I did. It is a condition singular to every woman post menopause. She just looked perplexed.
So I explained that long, long ago in a decade far away, hippies inhabited the earth wearing flowers, long skirts, sandals and tee shirts with peace signs on the front.
Necie’s face lit up as she listened. And then she asked if she could go to my clothes closet for a costume. The little darling. I guess I should be glad she didn’t ask for a flapper dress and lessons in learning the “Black Bottom.”
Then Necie asked what I was planning to be for Halloween. I said I was considering a sociopathic exoskeleton because I’m seriously into decadent nobility. Again, she just looked perplexed. Nothing like a little verbal propofol to stifle further questions. It worked for both of us.
Dennis has been considering being a scarecrow. He’s got the clothes and the figure. Lately he’s been singing, “If I Only Had A Brain.” Now this is ironic, because he had just had a brain MRI at the Huntsman on Saturday. We spent the weekend waiting for the results and trying not to think thoughts. Only one of us succeeded.
On Monday we received the welcome news that he indeed has a brain, AND that brain is NORMAL. No evidence of metastasis. We celebrated by defying the laws of gravity…and propriety.
I heard of an elementary school principal who claimed Halloween sends the wrong message to children. So she cancelled it. Huzzah! I ratify that!
And I will go and do likewise. I’m canceling Halloween too, right after I consume all the chocolate I planned to distribute. This works for me.
I’ve been investigating other calendar events to take the place of Halloween. And last week was National Bosses’ Day. OK. I can do that one. But not one person wished me Happy Bosses’ Day. I was so mad, I fired the world. I cancelled the whole week. I am now in the process of founding an entirely new reason to celebrate…National No More Night Sweats Month. I figure it will not only make every grandma more tolerable, but it will also reduce global warming. Both will be beneficial for the eco-system.
A while ago, Brodi decided to “de-Brodify” her computer. She was suffering from www fatigue. Very interesting. Apparently, there are actual physical ailments associated with over-use of one’s amazing inventions. For instance, there’s “tech eye,” and “pc elbow.”
Can you believe it?
I find that intriguing. Now I don’t use my technology that much, but there have been occasions when I have threatened to disembowel my computer. Had one just now. And lately I have noticed I have developed my own set of peculiar adversarial syndromes. I have “android ear,” “ipad paranoia,” “allergic techno aversion,” “aggravated granny jiggle,” and “snuggler’s flab.” I’m not sure pitching my computer into the Grand Canyon would help. But it’s tempting.
I love autumn. Enough leaves have fallen to kick through on our daily walks. The days are golden, bright and sunny.
There are definitely more things to celebrate than fear.