As usual, Halloween Day was a whirlwind of activity. I’ve been known to sew costumes just hours before the festivities begin, but no sewing was involved this year.
Instead, my husband left for Texas.
He had an early afternoon flight, so weirdly enough, we had a slowish morning. He filled both vehicles with gasoline and packed at a leisurely pace while I walked the dog and strung up some decorations outside (including a giant spider I bought at the grocery store earlier this month).
He left at about 11:15 AM and I prepared homemade soup for the Crock Pot and then at noon it was time for me to work.
Meanwhile, Grace could barely stay focused on her school work. The dog was rowdy even though she’d been walked.
I worked until 4:20 PM, then drove one son to work and another son to his friend’s house for a Halloween party. When I got home, it was time to braid my daughter’s hair and cloak the dog in a cow-print cloth. The dog cooperated because she was distracted by food and so I knotted two corners under her neck and then diaper-pinned the two sides under her belly.
We drove to a friend’s house to show off the costumes, then rushed back home in the darkening evening so my daughter could trick-or-treat. Our street was quiet at first and then we started to encounter other trick-or-treaters. The dog/cow was feisty at first and eventually, tongue-hanging-out-tired.
Once home again, I had enough time to watch part of the Charlie Brown special (I saw my first Christmas commercial on television!) and then it was time to work again. I interrupted my work for quick jaunts to pick up the two boys.
And now, somehow, it’s past 1:00 AM. I’m about to shut off my television, click off my lamp, lock my sliding glass door and leave my office for the kitchen where I have to make my son’s lunch for school tomorrow.
This last day of October has been incredibly busy, yet not so unlike so many other recent days–and not so unlike almost everyone I know.
Anyway, all this to say that in November I’m going to be writing every day . . . even if it’s as dull as a diary entry. Hey, it’s my blog and I’ll drone on if I want to!