The Last Halloween In America As We Know It. (92)
If anything, that subject line is not hyperbolic enough.
I spent a chunk of the day at my doctor's. I did at least get my flu shot. Just no work was done. Tomorrow I swallow the horror and the sorrow and the worry and the fear, and I return to at least doing the bare minimum of what I have to do to a) meet obligations/not let people down and b) keep Kathryn's and mine heads above water.
No hope anymore. No hope at all.
At least today was what I expect of a Halloween day in Alabama (see yesterday's entry). Once upon a time, when America was America and there was no social media and parents were not insanely paranoid about things that have never happened, when we all still lived in the forest, this was the weather for nights of trick-or-treating, alone, on darkened streets. Not car trunks in parking lots and silly shit like that. Actually trick-or-treating, running with my sister and friends down darkened alley ways, ringing the doorbells of strangers, scaring one another senseless. That world is gone and likely never will come again.
This world devours the real.
At least Spooky carved a pumpkin. It might be our last one for many years.
Last night's "scary" movies were Roger Corman's Fall of the House of Usher (1960), followed by Tim Burton's Beetlejuice (1988).
Please have a look at the Big Cartel shop. Thanks.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:56 p.m.
I spent a chunk of the day at my doctor's. I did at least get my flu shot. Just no work was done. Tomorrow I swallow the horror and the sorrow and the worry and the fear, and I return to at least doing the bare minimum of what I have to do to a) meet obligations/not let people down and b) keep Kathryn's and mine heads above water.
No hope anymore. No hope at all.
At least today was what I expect of a Halloween day in Alabama (see yesterday's entry). Once upon a time, when America was America and there was no social media and parents were not insanely paranoid about things that have never happened, when we all still lived in the forest, this was the weather for nights of trick-or-treating, alone, on darkened streets. Not car trunks in parking lots and silly shit like that. Actually trick-or-treating, running with my sister and friends down darkened alley ways, ringing the doorbells of strangers, scaring one another senseless. That world is gone and likely never will come again.
This world devours the real.
At least Spooky carved a pumpkin. It might be our last one for many years.
Last night's "scary" movies were Roger Corman's Fall of the House of Usher (1960), followed by Tim Burton's Beetlejuice (1988).
Please have a look at the Big Cartel shop. Thanks.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
3:56 p.m.