Broom Riding

I am loading my car, moving the cauldron over to add items in the backseat. You heard that correct, my cauldron and I should specify my car is a toad. (A juke, with big toad eyes). Everything about me is a witch.

As I am finishing my errands, I prepare Mr. Jones with a text that, there may be a few new witch items that may have come home with me. He roars when he sees them, this is me; some new witch shoes, my new cauldron, (mine got broken ten years ago, lord knows the bowl just doesn’t do it justice) and of course a new broom for flying. (Oh and a few new pillow covers, just waiting for the others to arrive).

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I am afraid of heights, but if I am driving, no worries,  I simply rode my broom out of the store. Yup, don’t care the looks I get, I like to laugh. My sister cackled in the background. My whole family cackles, she said we get it from Grandma Little, I can hear her in my head.

For years, I would decorate the inside and out of our place, to the nines for Halloween, we pulled containers of goodies out. We would dress up and I loved making these great big bags of treats for the kids. One year, I just didn’t do much.

My girl took over the reins and worked on the house, my heart wasn’t there, but we still did up the bags. I was usually adjusting to the new season and had taken a few falls that slowed me down. It became depressing what I could not do, I missed seeing, what I could do. The mind is a powerful tool, or a deterrent.

My goal this year is to rock the heck out of my decorations, as I use to and make it so inviting for the youngsters, I can fatten them up. (Yes, I was referencing Hansel and Gretel, but I really wouldn’t put kids in my oven). I will pull my witch hat out, I have several to choose from and always need an excuse to buy another one. We were trying some beauties on this past Saturday.

I like to choose to spend my birthday watching movies (nothing scary, still dealing with PTSD, that is scary enough), and handing out candy. Some sampling is necessary. I love to see the costumes and the faces of excitement.

I am not one for the big Halloween parties that evening, I love the doorbell ringing and hearing the chorus of trick or treat nice and loud. You can hear the kids making ohh sounds, after they collect their treats and we like to make the bags bigger, so if the weather is poor, a few doors to knock on and you are good, no sense in freezing yourself. I remember venturing out with snow up to our knees for candy, (popcorn balls, wagon wheels and sweethearts), old clothes on for my costume and a painted face; I was a clown hobo.

With the MS knocking my balance off, we added a banister, when some renovations took place to the front steps and the first thing I said, was this will be perfect for Halloween, it is now safer. We added the banister for me to get in and out, but Halloween is always my highlight.

So my little ghosts and goblins, I am plotting my decorating, and will see what I have from over the years. I may need to add a piece or two, to make sure I have an excellent creation and flow of the Spooktacular look. I hope it brings a smile to your face, as I know it will mine. I feel the brewing in the pit of my stomach of excitement and life; an anticipation of the season.

I believe this year, I was turning 128 (at this point who knows), it sure feels like it sometimes, as I drag myself around, and other days, I don’t think I am a day over 25!

Be prepared for my official countdown, for the ghosts and goblin’s day and I am sure everything will have some spook reference. Mr. Jones isn’t in for dressing up in a costume, but but we did find him a Nightmare Before Christmas jersey that he wears that each year, and enjoys.

For the pup, I have had many outfits in hand, (Mr. Jones is usually saying, don’t do it!) but I was laughing, I should keep her cone from surgery that she has been wearing and turn her into a martini, so simple and it’s not too hot for hanging out, in her twelve foot window and watch the activity going up and down the street. I can see her tail wagging already.

I am so excited to see her thoughts, as she processes the costumes and the kids, it is her first Halloween! She loves little ones, but I am sure I will be challenged with the candy bowl who (me or her) who hands it out or who eats it more (her). I may have to pull the big camera out and set it up to catch her looks of shock, analysis and excitement.

Is it too soon to decorate now? Sigh! I will wait till after our turkey day, and then the gloves are off!

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Embrace the darkness, for it is you. 

Love always, the Halloween loving, decorating, Woman in Process

 

 

 

 

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