The inevitable Halloween post

I’m back in Oxford after a quick and unexpected trip to the states. I almost wrote home, but it doesn’t feel like home anymore. Then again, neither does being here without John. The cats are driving me crazy. Well, just Icarus. He won’t stop whining. I think he misses John. That, or he wants me to give in to his pleas for endless amounts of wet food. Maybe a little of both. Zora is getting fat, and was reported to be trotting around with a tail hanging out of her mouth, sometime last week, by our neighbor. I think she’s been getting mice across the street. That’s enough about the cats, though.

I don’t want to write about the other obvious thing on my mind, because I’m afraid it will sound cheap, sentimental, not good enough. I guess I’ll just say that I’m angry and sad to lose my mother-in-law so soon. And very lucky to have my parents alive and well. It was nice seeing them again, though briefly. I hate when people make promises of changing their lives after someone dies. Like, “I’m going to be super healthy and do everything I can to avoid disease.” Or, “I’m going to call my friends/family more often, because one day they’ll be gone.” So I’m not going to do that. Instead, I will keep doing what I always try to do, in the back of my mind– enjoy life, and continue learning how to deal with everything it brings.

So, on to the title of this post. Halloween was my favorite holiday growing up. I think it had something to do with candy, the thrill of being scared, and the opportunity to be someone else for a while. My most common costume was probably a vampire or witch, though I made a mean Cinderella one year (and won a costume contest thanks to this amazing dress my mom sewed).

One of our last, and best, parties in Philadelphia was for Halloween. I think we held it in November, so that attests to my desire to stretch the holiday out longer. I was a German zombie in my dirndl, and John was just…a German person, because I forgot to do his makeup. I loved seeing my friends dressed up and having a good time.

This year will be a lazier, low-key celebration, probably involving lots of terrible horror movies on Netflix and hoping for no trick-or-treaters because I don’t feel like buying candy. That might sound boring, but to me, holidays are more about reminiscing about how you spent every previous holiday than making the current one bigger and better.

I’ll report back with the movies I watched on this quest, and a rating. First up is (was) Sinister, which (spoiler alert) was pretty terrible.

 

 

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4 thoughts on “The inevitable Halloween post”

  1. So glad you are home safe. Sorry you had to leave earlier than John, but we are taking good care of him. He and Matt coming for knadals, today, Wed., wish you were here. Feel really bad our “reunion” was a sad one. My heart aches and will for a long time, as Barb was an intricate part of my life these past 15 years. She became a sister, not just a sister-in-law. Life can be so cruel and hard but, life must go on, its just learning to do it without some who was so close to you.
    I have alot of pleasant memories about the fun we did have while she was here.
    My next project is seeing Matt get thru this and find a place to live and help get him on a road to happiness.
    You and John have each other and Dave and Lori have their family, I hurt for Matt as he is alone. Hopefully Barb can help with that.
    Take care sweetheart, and enjoy your Halloween. You are in my thoughts and prayers.
    Aunt Nancy

      1. As you probably know, John brought all his art work here. Two of then seem important to him, so I am going to get them framed..he is so talented it scares me.
        Uncle Junior, my older brother had an eye for art, as well as Aunt Jeannie’s two sons.
        Then there’s me…..I’m still hunting for for my “hidden” talent…..I need a ruler to draw a straight line. Aunt Mary Lou painted beautifully and well as Aunt Jeannie, who also played the organ and MaryLou sang like a song-bird,
        Oh well, guess I was not meant to have a talent….but thats ok.
        Take care,
        Love and hugs,
        Aunt Nancy

      2. Your talent is cooking! Wish I could’ve had some knoedels 🙂 Those sandwiches you made were great, as was the “gravy.” John is quite the artiste, I know 🙂

        On Thu, Oct 31, 2013 at 11:22 PM, Clea Writes

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