Morning Pops and friends. I wish they'd stop playing reruns of our Cowboy games. If they're trying to teach me a lesson, I already know that one.
We had Canada outside for almost 3 days last week. One night when it was raining, I started hearing thumps outside my back door. I opened it and there was a frog trying to get in the house. I shut the door because there's no way on Earth that I'm going to pick that sucker up if he comes in. I did some work in the back yard and a smaller frog jumped out of some grass at me and almost sent me back inside. It's just a teeny frog, it could have been worse. I'm so brave!
The temperature is nice outside. Translation; Why isn't it still hot? We'd sweat in our Halloween costumes. Our motto was "Our suffering is brief compared to the joy of this bag full of candy". The bag would drop to almost half it's size after removing those nasty plain black and orange wrapped balls of crap. The rules of Halloween is beggars can't be choosers. I thought I'd outsmart the rules one year and went with my cousin to a rich neighborhood. We were getting full sized candy bars (the good ones!) and fifty cent pieces, but there weren't many interested in Trick or Treaters there. Still, it was worth it!
One particular Halloween, momma had a station wagon filled with kids. We lived across from the street from the rich people's cemetery. One road going past it was the poorer segment of that cemetery. Momma stopped the car between the two and told us to all get out and walk home. Being a sworn scardey cat, I refused. Idjits were hopping off left and right, but I was actively developing suction to my seat. She got her giggles then allowed the rest to get back in the car. I was sweating bullets just knowing all the ghosts were watching the biggest chicken in the car. It was a moment I never forgot.
Another time there was an advertisement for something I really wanted. The whole family was painfully aware that I had laser focus on it. I didn't like to go outside after dark, but momma called me on to the porch. I sat beside her knowing monsters don't mess with mommas. Ghosts don't care, they go after the vulnerable. It was a full moon that was gleaming on all those white marble tomb stones. She pointed at a marble statue and said she'd get the item for me if I would sit on it for an hour that night. I stood up and said "I will never want anything that bad" and went back inside. I didn't know I'd developed a fear of marble at sunset. Two decades later, I hyperventilated at a war memorial. I know you are thinking, but she stared down that baby frog. I DID! but I'm still a scardey cat at heart.
I think I planned a lot of stuff for today, so I'd better get off the computer and tend to things. Have a good Monday if you can.