Sunday morning has awakened me, early as usual. '"I" who always hits the floor when I do instead lies snuggled under the blanket with The Emperor. I haven't looked out the window or opened the door yet. So I am not positive the day is there still wrapped in darkness, but if it is then Halloween has arrived. This should be a good day for me. I have been told I am a witch.
Last night we went to a party. Which is a big event for me as I don't do much parties these days. I went through the day consumed with excitement. I got to thinking yesterday maybe the old tale that I have heard over the years that as people age they become childish again. I think that old adage might be true. Because I was like a small child that drives its parent crazy all day when a big event is planned for the evening. The only draw back in this case is it wasn't a parent I was driving crazy, talking over and over of our plans. It was The Emperor. Have you got the picture?
The Emperor watches Television or is on the computer. But then he also is watching television when he is on the computer. So this poses somewhat of a problem at times. The problem being myself. As I said I was excited. I talked of what we should wear, what we should take, what time we should go. The Emperor did not want to talk of all these glorious plans. Alas he did not share in all of my excitement. Needless to say it was a rather tense day.
Now I know you are asking yourself why didn't she just shut up? Oh truly I tried but the words seemed to form themselves, my feet taking me to where he was. Just so I could share my excitement. An excitement, I must admit he didn't want to share.
When it finally become close to the time to go. I like a six year old sat perched on the edge of the chair, a bowl of treats in my hands. Waiting with great anticipation. The Emperor looked at me with irritation. "Can't you put that d--n bowl down till we go?" I didn't put the bowl down. I was going to a party.
My daughter had the party. It amazes me all the effort and hard work she puts inTO these things she creates. She goes all out to give the grandkids and adults a wonderful time. There was hot dogs, a fountain with running chocolate, snacks of all kinds. Orange colored punch that tasted fantastic. The kids fixed their own pumpkins, everyone bobbed for apples. It as a wonderful time. And everyone dressed up, down to a couple of dogs. Another memory tucked away in my head. To be brought out on dreary days. Faces smiling and happy. Andrew a zombie, Victoria a television, Angel a present. My Billie a bowling Pin. Too many costumes to remember. But they are all there, tucked away with love in my mind.
So you see I must admit maybe I am getting a tad childish these days. Reverting back to my younger years when simple things excited me so much. But tell me what is wrong with being that way? We lose our childish glee as we grow older. Lose the happiness of running tHrough a puddle or dressing up for a party, your treat bowl in your hands. I really don't mind being childish. Sitting on the porch in my big wooden rocker, watching the leafs fall from my beloved trees. I never want to lose the wonder of life. The joy at seeing all those little faces, covered in paint and masks. Giving me a hug, telling me what they were suppose to be. So Billie, "Thanks for the memories."
Its still dark here in Blogland. Daylight not edging the sky yet. I hope I don't run into any ghosts or Vampires here this morning. I did see a black cat sitting on the curb in front of the one lonely store. Actually its a little spookier here than it is at home. I clutch my treat bag a little tighter. Its empty by the way. Not one piece of candy was given to me here this morning. I'm singing, "Put on your Easter bonnet." I don't know any Halloween songs. I'm nervous and have to sing something. And I'm on my way. I'm outta here.
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