10/31/2020 - Halloween, Samhain, Day of the Dead eve

Although I hate to see my fave month

come to an end, it always crescendos in

wondrous cultural celebrations.

Here in the US, we are accustomed to

celebrating HALLOWEEN. The children 

dress in fantastic costumes, the scarier

the better. They go door to door in what

is known as 'Trick or Treats'. Obviously,

kids want candy and threaten pranks if

not rewarded. All in good fun . . .

For those practitioners of Paganism, 

the celebration is SAMHAIN. This is

our most important Sabbat of the year.

It honors the third harvest; gleaning

takes place, both physically and

metaphorically. Samhain marks both

the end of the current year and the

beginning of the Pagan new year. 

The three day Pagan celebration of 

Latin America's Días de los Muertos

begins. Many use the entire month of

October in preparation for this event.

This being the EVE of the three-day

celebrations, families and friends 

congregate around sundown, many in

costumes. Altars to lost family are built.

Amazing foods, for both the living and 

the dead, are set up on tables. Dancing, 

eating, story telling ensue . . . all in 

honor of our beloved dead.

so missing my dad

tonight i visit with him

the veil is thinning

10/30/2020

Pondering comeuppance and just desserts . . .

On the one hand, what with the majority 

of us having a bit of a sweet tooth, how did

the concept of just desserts ever come out 

of our love for confections?! Perhaps, 'tis

the end of this meal that is life . . .

Obviously, there are many who don't go

for sugar, per se. Still, we probably could

all do with that one piece of chocolate now 

and again. Extrapolating here, how then

does one ensure that the baddies get their 

just due?

Sometimes it's all about the law, and alas, 

the law most likely deals with those bigger 

crimes. Karma steps in from time to time

and takes care of business. Still others take

it upon themselves to punish and protect,

sometimes paying a high price as well.

Perhaps the operative word here IS karma.

Bringing out those wise old adages . . .

"Stay in your own lane. Mind your own 

business. Do right by yourself and others. 

Keep striving! Keep your hands clean."

Seems to be there's a bit of wisdom in 

those old axioms! Me thinks I'll just try 

to be a good girl and enjoy my chocolate 

after dinner!

mama done told me

a good spanking awaits

must mind p's and q's

10/29/2020

Me thinks life is a sphere of concentric circles . . .

Visualizing our tiny beginnings and those small

endings . . . LIFE, with our living fleshed out in

the center. I find those beginnings of interest,

that little life I was living as a child. My whole

world was the town I lived in, the church we

attended, those few family and friends, and my

beloved school.

As I grew and left home at 15 to study abroad,

so did my world. A bigger city, more friends,

a plethora of nationalities, different ways of

thinking and a broader exploration of politics.

I was WOWED . . . and loved every moment.

Marrying out of my own race, living south

for 20 years, studying a variety of unrelated

disciplines, all brought about this broadening

of life experiences. I love to think the center

of my own circle of life is my children. Such

amazing, beautiful creatures they are. 

41 years of teaching in two countries . . . 

talk about a broadening of life experiences!

Truly, nothing else can compare. Alas, as one

walks away from a beloved career, slightly

bent and facing the cane years, that sphere

begins its travels towards the finish line. 

I'm nearly there . . . tremendously interested 

in that upcoming experience, a bit frightened, 

yet anxious for a good look-see. 

that enticing sphere

coming round full circle 

beginnings endings

10/28/2020

Thinking about forgetfulness as it applies 

to me. Forever and a day, we've all heard 

the elder forgetting jokes and can't help 

but wonder if that's us waiting to happen.

I just took out the trash and can't remember

if I brought back my guy's trash can! Go

figure! Sometimes, I eat two breakfasts, fun! 

And, I've been known to answer the same

e-mail twice or comment a couple of times

on the same post.

So, I've been having a think . . . Is it that I'm 

truly forgetful, or is it that I don't pay attention 

to business? Maybe, my mind doesn't consider

whatever to be important and dismisses it.

Perhaps, I'm acting by rote and am pondering 

some things I consider to be important and am 

distracted. It may even be, d) all of the above.

Bottom line, I'm coming to the conclusion

that we humans show all of the above traits 

at all ages and we don't particularly pay

attention to this until we're oldsters.

I'm beginning to think forgetfulness is fairly

unimportant, so I'm going to treat myself to

second breakfast with Tolkien as my guest.

a light in the dark

forgetting remembering

both phenomenal

10/27/2020

Then there's all those fantastical words . . .

It almost seems that they've been made up.

I find myself flummoxed by all those crazy

words enticing my silly side at every sound. 

Most people have very lackadaisical attitudes

towards their own speech patterns, but I get

a kick out of them anyway.

I mean, when you think about it, a lot of

lingo is completely discombobulated. For

me, most of it is gobbledygook anyway.

Poppycock! Today, most of these young 

whippersnappers would get entirely lost 

in the kerfuffle when it comes to language!

Well, I'd probably better stop lollygagging

around here. The neighbors are making a

horrific hullaballoo with their Halloween

party. For me, it's a lot of malarkey. Maybe

I feel that way because we weren't invited.

seduce me with words

verbiage is to my liking

love me the lingo  

10/26/2020

Lingo on my mind . . .

Contemplation or thought? Humungous or

large? Nice or awesome? Sweet or lovely?

Phenomenal or good? Delicious or delectable?

Not certain it really matters. We all have a

different predilection for various kinds of

language. Some prefer simple, direct, clear.

Makes for good understanding. One of my

fave authors, Robert B. Parker, wrote his

plethora of books in exactly this manner.

There are those who seem to dote on the

more flowery side of linguistics, almost

poetic. I find I can do floral bouquets of

language just about as much as I can do

PINK . . . so NOT well! Having finally 

confessed, I will say this . . .

 . . . I love! LOVE!! L O V E !!! language.

I revel in the use of those absolutely delish 

words. Give me a . . . transcendent, prolific,

soniferous, veridical . . . and as my practice

is cartomancy, I may as well add that to the

list.

Time was when a word a day was the norm.

And, as we grow older, this kind of thing

becomes even more important. Give it a try!

One a week might be more like it at my 

speed!

lingo at its best

gift me some delectables

language enamored

10/25/2020

byword - one that is notorious

curse word - an obscene word

swear word - a profane oath

Mirriam Webster

Obviously, I have been tantalized by language

my entire life. I imagine 'twas born of my love

for reading. I remember a vocabulary test my

5th grade teacher gave me to determine age vs.

word usage. I may have been only eleven, but

I tested out at 84 years of age! Damn that Bill

Shakespeare!

A fun side of lingo is of course, the 'naughties'

as I tend to think of them. In our daily use and

misuse of them, we forget these words have a

history, as well as very specific meanings.

A byword by definition, is a substitute word.

For example, darn instead of damn. Crap in

lieu of shit. Hades rather than hell, although

heard extremely rarely.

Listen to the term curse word. It actually

refers to placing a curse on a given person.

Obviously used in days of yesteryear, but

now we flaunt it rather loosely.

The same applies to swear word. In days

of yore, this referred to swearing allegiance

to a feudal overlord or the lord of the manor. 

This served to underline one's affirming the 

truth to uttered words and/or promises. Ah,

such, such fun 'tis language!

words of yesteryear

verse making love to the soul

rest in its verbiage 

10/24/2020

Only one more week . . .

 . . . and my fave holiday finally arrives.

What bothers me, I fear I'm so anxious

for Halloween that I'm not remembering

to enjoy each and every day of my birth

month. I intend to find ways to celebrate

during this below freezing week whilst 

Samhain awaits . . .

I've watched a couple of seasons of one 

of my best mysteries; does that count for 

something?! A few besties have visited, 

a couple of phenomenal drives gifted by 

my guy, ice cream for breakfast, and I'm

almost out of ideas for making naughty! 

May as well confess, I've even been 

working on my December Yule cards . . . 

ouch! 

So, if you want to brave the weather, I'll

do the cooking. Fire on the hearth adds

to the 130 year old cabin mystic . . . and

I promise not to start tatting! I couldn't

compete with my gran anyway; I swear

she could break the speed limit tatting.

Phenomenal!

fun and games at last

partying fast as i can

lets get on with this

10/23/2020

October isn't even over . . .

 . . . and it's 15 degrees outside. I would be

the first to admit I have issues . . . it comes

from having SADS, and that is what it is.

But, couldn't the weather, in general, and

the snow, specifically, have waited until 

November? Just saw the forecast . . . the 

entire week is low temps. Here was me 

thinking we had yet another week of Fall. 

My bad! 

So on a note of happy alternatives, the fire

place awaits. I have this fantasy, dream if

you will, of sitting in front of the fire with

my guy and maybe even sipping a glass of

red. Much better idea than bitching about

the snow.

lets celebrate life

heres to happy beginnings

glad to be alive

Salud!

10/22/2020

"When real Democrats and Republicans

were running our country, we didn't hate

each other. We didn't vote for parties. We

voted for ideas that came from both parties

that made us better as a country. We didn't

label ideas or parties as racist, sexist or

un-American. We did what we thought 

was best for 'We the People' and accepted

the winner as a united country!" ~Unknown

As a kid, I wanted to choose my own party.

So, I determined I would study the three

major parties for a year. I did so with the

help of my school books, the local library

and my 5th and 6th grade teacher, Joyce

Morse. At the end of the year, I announced

my party of choice to my parents.

We always had family dinner at the table and

had lively discussions about different topics.

My father was an Independent, my mother,

a Republican. And, as a budding Democrat, 

I was eager . . . I look back at those 'lively

discussions' with a certain amount of awe.

We each had our positions. We took turns

defending them, always expected to back

them with data. We talked, argued, debated,

but never disrespected each other. Wow!

The above quote may be a tad rose colored,

yet it is as I remember it. It seems now that

one can hardly have inter-party friendships.

Must be tough on families! Mine continues

to endorse different parties . . . we just get

on with it!

enjoy discussing

why should different matter

still longing to learn

10/21/2020

 Girding up my loins, sallying forth . . .

 . . . and conquering!

Alas, I don't remember the exact Biblical

reference, but I swear, there are times when

I feel just like this. There are simply days

when it takes every effort one possesses to

do exactly this!

My birthday plans for today got canceled.

That just may be part of the problem. On

the other hand, I have so much to get caught

up on that this in itself is a deterrent. Me

thinks there may be nothing wrong with

lying back and getting caught up on my

writing.

I have to laugh at we oldsters who have the

wherewithal to criticize our youngsters for

always being hooked up to something . . .

albeit a smart phone, mini computer, games.

Just ask one of us to be without our flat

screens for a day or two . . . nah, make that

days and days, and we may actually get the

point!

So, here's to catching up to my place in 

cyberspace, learning not to critique others

until I've had a good look at my own bits

and pieces. May we all learn to live and

let live . . .

take another look

learning to mind my own biz

almost makes me laugh

10/20/2020

So what's with all the dreaming already?! 

I swear, there are times when I'd almost

rather not go to sleep than have all these

god awful dreams.

This time, several of us gals from high

school were in an antique store trying on

costumes from yesteryear. We were asked

not to inundate the bathrooms for dressing

so we formed a dressing room out of the 

racks themselves by making them into a 

square. We were all in the middle, trying 

on different garments, when we realized  

we were being watched.

It was a kid from our school who happened 

to be a tad on the weird side. He came right 

on into our 'dressing room' and sat himself 

down on a bench with a newspaper. He told

us to proceed, that he'd been assigned by the

dean to make sure we kept our of trouble.

What I don't get is that we all kept trying on

costumes in front of him, chatting and laughing 

as if he weren't there. He kept on reading his

newspaper, but obviously looked up from time

to time to check that all was well.

What the hell?! Why did we allow ourselves

to be taken advantage of in this manner? Was

this dream a sign? A warning? Perhaps, I need 

a closer look at some of my actions!

take a look woman

why do we do what we do

are we so programmed

10/19/2020

Oh my God . . . 

. . . my son and his lovely gal gave me the

most wondrous b-day ever. 

We all dressed up and went out to Miner's 

Alley and enjoyed the Speak Easy. The

ambiance was perfect. And the bartender 

was a performance artist. It was so much

fun to watch him at his craft. They weren't 

terribly busy, so he would come over and 

visit with us from time to time.

Best of all, was spending proper time with

my son. He graced our time together telling

tales out of school. So fun to hear stories of

oneself from the kids . . . a whole different

perspective.

It is truly wondrous to have reached this 

amazing age and find that your children

are glorious people. People you like and

enjoy spending time with. No greater gift

can life serve . . .

so loving my life

like to stay another while

ever so grateful

10/18/2020 - 71 years old

Today is the day . . . 

. . . the end of a full year of celebration. 

God, I have so enjoyed being 70. It was 

never supposed to happen . . . and yet it did.

I need to make 71 a good sequel rather than a

let down. So, what do I want to do with 71?!

Perhaps, 71 will have more to do with living

rather than celebrating. Maybe moments of

joy rather than partying.

I know life is messy. It's almost like a meal.

The baby years are much like hors d'oeuvres.

The younger years, the salad. The mid years,

perhaps the mail meal and the final years,

dessert and brandy.

But, I'm actually thinking, I'm in the middle

of coffee and port. Upon reflection, maybe 

the afters are the best part. I know one thing

for certain, I want to enjoy the afters as long

as I can.

So, raising my brandy snifter, here's to enjoying

every single moment. Life  R O C K S !!!

learning my lessons

living versus existing

finding joy in life

10/17/2020

I've often heard people complain that 

they partied too much in the latter months 

of the year. Thought it rather silly until I 

took a look.

So, October has always been my fave . . .

Halloween! Yay! Moving onto November

and we have Thanksgiving. I've always

loved Thanksgiving because family makes

the effort to get together! And December

must be king as it brings us Yule, Christmas 

Eve, Christmas Day and New Year's Eve.

Can't help but wonder if there will be

anyone sane and sober during December.

hey want to party

three months to get it going

think to invite me

10/16/2020

I have to laugh at myself . . .

Today, I find myself without a computer 

as I took it in for maintenance yesterday 

afternoon. It's the first thing I reach for 

every morning as I begin the day with 

writing my blog and haiku. 

I like to check in on Facebook and have 

a look/see into the news, the goings on . . .

along with family, friends and acquaintances. 

By then, I hopefully have something in mind 

about which to write.

So, here I am with pen in hand, finding my

penmanship much degraded. I'm trying to 

decide whether to blame this on lack of

practice and use or on the computer.

Obviously, it has naught to do with age!

So, today begins life without a computer.

We'll see how I fare.

back in the old days

no technology in sight

modern life awaits

10/15/2020

Finding myself sooooo frustrated . . .

Every guy and his dog owns a computer

in today's world. Some are knowledgable

and others, like me, limp along just trying

to send a few e-mails, look things up and

enjoy Facebook.

It's rather along the lines of heartbreak when

learning that your FB has been hacked or

that half of your servers are fraudulent. And,

it might even be worse . . . I don't even know 

Techno-Lingo. 

Reminds me of driving the highways when

you really have no idea if the other driver is 

16 without a clue, or 90 and shouldn't be

driving. We all think, "I've got it!" In reality, 

there is much knowledge to be garnered and 

we're not even half way there!

Not sure if I'll resign myself to  limping along 

in this techno-driven world of if I should just

bow out and enjoy my own ignorant existence!

call me frustrated

old dog not learning new tricks

so not keeping up

10/14/2020

. . . Living in a town where wildlife and 

humans seem to co-mingle with great

success, makes me ponder certain humans

of late. 

We tend to slow down as both elk and

deer pad along the road at their own pace.

We quietly and slowly back up when Mr.

ginormous bear saunters up the sidewalk

next to where we're having afternoon

drinks! We just chuckle when we see a

couple of wild turkey enjoying the heat 

of the engine and then leave us a gift of 

excrement in thanks.

. . . And then someone, purportedly 'out

of towners', comes blazing through, horn

a beeping, window down and shouting

at the herd to get out of the way. Where

the hell are they going in such a hurry?!

I never really feel we're in danger. But,

bottom line, we're in their territory and

me thinks they're quite patient with us.

Pretty impressive though, when a bull

elk lets out a proper bugle. So, we'll 

continue to enjoy the wildlife, be on 

the lookout and take care not to get in

their way.

Still, a word to the drivers . . . slow

down already!  What's the rush?!

love me my wildlife

let me get out of the way

a gift of the gods

10/13/2020

October is full of marathons . . .

 . . . and alas, not the running kind! There

are family and friendship marathons. Coffee

ice cream binging comes to mind. Seeing

Practical Magic, my usual Halloween flick.

Watching fave series in bed. E-mailing my

besties and above all, being as naughty as

I can! October only comes once a year, 

after all!

What is it about birthdays and birth months

anyway? We've all enjoyed them since we

were kids. I suppose in the early years, our

parents enjoyed them for us. As time passed,

we learned to milk the day, as it were. And

then, there's we elders, doing the month up

right!

I'm thinking! I'm thinking! It all must have

to do with reaffirmation of life! There's

naught like a birthday to remind us that

we've been here, done that and are still

doing it, and planning on doing some more.

The older we get, the more we comprehend

the concept of living over existing. Every

moment counts because time is literally

running out. Sooooo, me thinks I'd best get

ready to do some serious celebrating here.

My dearest and best, the first woman I met

upon coming to Denver, is a birthdaying 

with me today. 

Oh, don't you wish you were here!

the older i get

find my heart embraces all

tis life at its best

10/12/2020

I dreamt I had purchased a mansion . . .

 . . . a falling down, decrepit mansion

that no one would be caught in, dead

or otherwise. And, when I said falling

down, I was most likely understating

the damage.

It nigh onto looked like a family reunion. 

Every guy and his dog was there. Some

were cleaning, others repairing, whilst

still others were actually building. The

children, dozens of them, were playing

in the creek. It was cold and I didn't get

how they could enjoy the water in such

conditions.

I was gathering wood, bits and pieces

good for nothing else; I knew we'd want

a fire in the evening. I was piling them

in what must have been a living room

at one time. High ceiling, broken glass,

a tipsy chandelier, and not a chair in 

sight.

One of the younger women came in 

and asked if she could have a beer. I

didn't think anyone had brought any

as this wasn't party time, rather work

time. We looked around, but didn't

find any.

Where the hell did this dream come 

from? So vivid in every detail . . .

let me stay asleep

dreaming better than awake

wonder why that is

10/11/2020

The thing I love most about October . . .

 . . . is catching up with loved ones. For 

those of us lucky enough to have been 

born in this delightful month, there is no 

way we would celebrate one day only.

There are friends and family to see, 

places to go and memories to make . . . 

to say nothing of the pure joy of being 

alive! I feel so lucky to have already 

celebrated ten days and there is still 

two thirds of the month to go. And,

I love! LOVE!! L O V E !!! that the 

month ends with Halloween. 'Tis

rather beyond perfection.

It's going to be a blast coming up with

another 20 celebrations! I'm making 

a list and checking it twice . . . just  

like Santa . . . only October is a lot 

more fun than December!

lets party hearty

loving me some october

calendar of days

10/10/2020

 So love and honor sacred spaces . . .

 . . . What would we do without them?!

I'm fortunate enough to have two such

places in my back yard. You have to bend

down a tad, which is symbolic to me, and

there they are. The one near the end of my

property honors those who have passed. I

find sitting there, from time to time, a real

comfort. The one closer to the cabin, is

simply a hidden space where I can sit and

meditate. 

The wondrous vardo my guy built for me

is one such place. This amazing gypsy

wagon calls out to be entered and enjoyed.

Note that joy is contained within enjoyed. 

I am always wowed when the sacred cries

out for joy. When I am a tad down . . .

'tis off to the vardo I go!

These sacred spaces are all wondrous, 

but I would have to admit that my fave 

is in front of the fireplace. I have laughed

and loved there, sobbed and cried my

heart out. I've shared secrets, hopes and 

dreams. Meditating there is without par.

Surely, it has to do more with the fire 

than the actual fireplace, but I know I

love sitting there. It heals, truly heals.

knowing what i need

of sacred spaces i sing

cosseting the soul

10/09/2020

Sooooo enjoying my month . . .

Obviously, it belongs to me! I find myself

feeling sorry for those who only celebrate

their birthdays for one day when they could

be enjoying all 30 or 31 days!

Yesterday, my guy treated us to a drive

over the Monument. It's strange though,

even as we loved it and enjoyed it as kids,

the beauty we beheld as adults was far

greater. Me thinks the child within loved 

the camping and hiking, the adult is wowed

by the scenery. I oohed and awed so much

that I was beginning to feel sorry for my

man!

We stopped at the old country store that

we both remembered from childhood.

Treated ourselves to ice cream s-wiches

in honor of yesteryear. It was fun looking

at the shelves stocked with small cans

and packages. The old Pepsi cooler,

taking up most of the front of the

store, was a sight. It was filled with all

sorts of pops and goodies. Talk about

a blast from the past! Wow!!!

We were in such high spirits, we just

had to stop and have a marg. We were

treated like royalty, most likely due to

the fact that we're both quite eccentric

to say nothing of being nigh onto a 100.

The hostess kept coming over to see us

and insisted on a picture. Our waiter

liked us so well he sent us the gift of a

shot from him. Happy birthday to we!

So much fun! I'm half feeling like having

another birthday next month as well.

Bottom line, we should all be living those

wondrous moments of our lives, rather

than simply existing from celebrations 

to vacations.

so loving our lives

want to live to a hundred

celebrate ahoy

10/08/2020

Association must be the name of the game!

I find myself approaching my home town.

I'm blown away by the immediate onset of

memories; Main Street, A & W Root Beer,

Dairy Queen, the baseball field, those sweet, 

little fifties houses.

My mind is filled with a kaleidoscope of 

scenes and scents, colors and conversations.

I feel a sense of regression coming on and

I want to stop for an ice cream cone. I find

myself in the stadium, looking down on the

crowd and players. I can hear the shouts, 

the cheers. 

All of a sudden, we are driving by my folks

home, the one dad built for mom. I become

aware my face is wet and I try to act as if

nothing were wrong. Trying to pull myself 

together, I see my brother on his evening 

walk, his seeing-eye dog by his side.

Make no mistake, there is a part of me that

wishes to turn around and go home . . . 

funny that . . . thought I was coming home.

Ah, there's my girl's house. I'm going to

buck up and enjoy the hell out of that gal!

find im twixt and tween

alas can never go home

beyond missing you

10/07/2020

My kids and theirs are all adults now . . .

 . . . and I find I still worry for them, 

want for them to be safe. Bubble wrap 

comes to mind!

Funny how that is. I try to hide it as I 

imagine it can be unattractive, fawning

over them.  But, what's a parent to do?!

My mother used to say, "Live on your

knees." My father countered with, "Let

them be; let them live their lives, have

their own experiences." I so want to be

like him. I can't help but wonder if this

has to do with whether you're a mom

or a dad?!

What does one say to adult children

as the crossing of the bridge comes

ever closer? Platitudes? Advice, real

or otherwise? Think for me it would be:

"Be yourself. Live rather than exist. 

Be kind! The world already has enough

assholes and decency matters!" And,

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

My advice to me might simply be, 

"Get out of their way already!" And,

that means, in my head. I've done a

good job of doing that physically,

but the head . . . never seems to stop

worrying. A parent's cross to bear?

live but be careful

nah throw caution to the wind

existing boring

10/06/2020

 Anticipation . . .

 . . . the one thing that never, ever gets 

old! I find it everywhere in this infamous

walk of life! "A friend is coming on the

morrow; what can I do to get ready?

I get paid at midnight tonight; now I

can finally get that fab keepsake at the

antique store. The kids are coming for 

FAC this weekend; so love that they're

all grown up. I enjoy them heaps and 

gobs!!!"

So, how is anticipation different from

waiting? I imagine it's a question of

nuance. Anticipation generally has a

positive vibe; waiting, not necessarily.

"I've been waiting for the mail-in 

ballot to arrive. She's waiting for her

mom to pass; she's in so much pain.

We were anxiously awaiting news of

their arrival when we heard about the

accident."

And of course, they can be used 

somewhat interchangeably as well 

as switching nuances. And, therein

lies the wonder of language. Nothing

like it in the entire universe. Short

and sweet, long and tedious, archaic

language or popular lingo. It's all

rather beyond p h e n o m e n a l !!!

I pray a glorious day of anticipation

awaits you . . . pun intended!

dictionary please

so love the power of words

my inspiration

10/05/22

I find myself back in childhood days . . .

Ever and always so excited when October

finally came. Knowing it was both my

birth month as well as Halloween, every

friend's birthday was not only special, but

brought me closer to my own!

I woke up this morning remembering two 

of my childhood friends' b-days. Becky's

was the 5th and Sylvia the 8th, just 10 days

prior to my own. As a kid, I can remember

feeling sorry for my little friends who had

birthdays outside of October . . . thought

they just hadn't been lucky.

Obviously as an adult, I chuckle at my own

hubris. And yet, I still enjoy October with 

that childlike delight. Slightly cooler weather. 

Leaves turning and falling, Both birthday and 

Halloween. The fun of choosing a costume. 

Decorating the house. Halloween at school;

you can't even imagine the od-ing on candy

that went on . . . the trading, eating and just

basically going nuts!

And today, in my usual October tradition, I

get to see one of my besties. Happy October

to me . . .

lets play halloween

chose my costume already

trick or treat or treats

10/04/2020

October . . . birth month supreme . . .

We're only four days into those delicious

days of October. I sooooo love celebrating

the entire month and to think there are those

who only give their b-days just a few hours.

The first, we did Guanella Pass, the second

I spent with one of my besties, the third we

did the town and today at o' dark thirty,  I 

woke up to ice cream in bed.

I can hardly wait to see what the other 26

days will bring . . . I already know what's

going to happen on the 31st . . .

If it weren't for the fact that I want to enjoy

every single moment of the tenth month of

the year, I'd be wishing it away so I could

love, Love, L O V E every single second 

of Samhain, Halloween . . .

Oh my God, I can hardly wait to share what

we intend to do that day. I need to stop, live

and enjoy each day . . . shut up already ld!!!

lets plan october

maybe it will surprise us

anticipation

10/03/2020

I find myself utterly unnerved . . .

It must have been about 3:00 in the morn

and I was trying desperately to awaken

from a very sound sleep. I recall tossing,

moaning, but simply couldn't come to.

Then beginning to return to cognizance,

I noticed some people standing at the end

of my bed. The father of my children was

prominent among them and I knew he'd

passed on. In silence, he beckoned that I

was to follow . . .

In an instant, I found myself sitting on a

hillside, watching these, as well as others,

walk, march, and dance, in and out of

various formations. It seemed they were

telling the story of my life. I could easily

depict them, although long forgotten. I

swear, even 'mongst the inanity before 

me, I was almost beginning to enjoy

myself. And then it hit me . . .

They had come 'to take me home', as it

were. Hence, the review of my life, as

well as seeing once again friends long 

gone. 'Twas an unnerving experience,

make no mistake. At that moment, my

guy awoke me, saying I needed to come

and see October's full moon. I nigh onto

wept in relief . . .

so dont want to go

an invitation at best

not quite finished here

10/02/2020

Me thinks I must have the best lover ever!

Yesterday, I swear he spun me a love story.

Early morn, he shared with me that he was

taking me on a little trip. I did see him with

his maps out, having a gander. He loaded

me into the pickup and off we went . . .

Oh my God! Guanella pass. I don't think

I've seen such beauty in Fall. Some of the

trees still turning, others ready to begin

and yet others dead in Winter. I was well

pleased that he stopped several times to

let me forage a few limbs for my Autumn

table. I loved that he took his time and

we were able to enjoy every iota of the

trip. We often chuckled as people passed

us like bats out of hell. Such beauty; such

speed . . . sooooo don't get it.

Once we landed in Georgetown, he took

me on a stroll through the downtown

historical area. And then back on our

travels to our fave Mexican restaurant.

The manager treated me to a shot of

tequila rimmed in chile with a slice of

orange . . . glorious! The service was

wonderful, the food unforgettable and

October has only just begun . . .

buy me a birth month

pray let it be october

my best fave season

10/01/2020

Happy, happy birth month to me . . .

I have to laugh at the entire mixed

salad of feelings that overcome me

and nigh onto overwhelm me in

October! It all began with my mom

and dad meeting on Halloween, then

marrying a year later on Halloween

and planning my birth for the next

Halloween. Alas, I was nearly two

weeks early . . . and I've been early 

to everything since! Damn!

I love Autumn! Watching the colors

change is phenomenal. Building my

Samhain altar is a joy. And I am

beyond thrilled with our Fall drives.

Today will be Guanella Pass. Not

sure what I'll choose next time.

Taking in the last few times for sitting

outdoors, remarking on the cool of

evening and the stunning colors . . .

all part of saying goodbye to Summer

and hello to Autumn. I find myself

wishing the cold beer were a hot toddy

and have to chuckle at the idea.

I've had to wait nine months for the

arrival of my fave month. Me thinks

'tis a proper gestation period after all!

Here's looking forward to what the

month will bring . . .

autumn here at last

costumes parties skulls and masks

such fun awaits us