Sunday, October 26, 2014


In the past, my house has been
all decked out for Halloween,
inside and out.

Skeletons are usually seated in my patio chairs.

And Dracula has always been 
standing by, to greet visitors at the front door. 
But not this year. 
Dracula is buried in the garage, 
along with the bones of Halloween past. 
So that is why my decor outside is so understated.

Only a scarecrow, some mums 
and a wreath are out there saying, 
to passerby's. 

Inside though...
is a different story.
decorations are everywhere.
The focus this year seems to be 
on witches & jack o' lanterns. 
They make me smile.

 Puts me in the mood... 
for the little 
Trick or Treaters 
that will be 
haunting the streets. 
Though I must admit... 
we seldom have more than a handful
stop by here for their treats. 
What about you? 
Do you get alot of 
ghosts and goblins 
knocking on your door at Halloween?

I'm still trying to decide what I'm going to be??? 

What do you think? 
I kind of like this old man,
don't you?

"Over the floor
and down the wall,
Like ghosts
the shadows
rise and fall."

edgar allan poe

Thursday, October 16, 2014


As a child, I got twenty five cents a week for my allowance. This was a lot of money to me. I had to do chores around the house to claim it. The worst one was ironing.  It was tedious and boring. But I did it. Didn't want to lose my rights to that quarter. I would take my earnings down to the local Five and Dime Store and have a field day there. I didn't spend my hard earned money on candy or frivolous things. No sir-ee.  Each week I would buy another figurine to put on my dresser top. These weren't just any little statuettes.They were religious collectibles. This was influenced by the fact that I was determined to grow up and become a nun, like my name sake. That is until I discovered boys and they discovered me. But in the meantime my dresser was a shrine, adorned with praying hands, Mary and Jesus, angels, saints, and the like. It was the beginning of my foray into acquiring collectible treasures of all kinds. Throughout the years... cats, gnomes, seashells, christmas ornaments, cows, clowns, frogs, and books became the objects of my affection. But, a decade or so, ago... I got tired of accumulating things, it was costly, so I gave up the hobby, selling many of the things on eBay. Although I admit, I still enjoy a quick run through Goodwill and Thrift Stores to see how far a quarter will go, these days. What do you collect and did you start as a child like I did?

Monday, October 13, 2014


You know what they say about the best made plans. I'm here to tell you it's true. For quite some time now... I have been trying to find my way back to the East Coast to visit my parents. But... something always happens to change my itinerary, at the last minute. So this important trip hasn't materialized yet, and isn't going to be, for a while. This is making me quite frustrated. Especially since I want to see my parents and because I also wanted to see the trees changing colors in the mountains, this year... before the first snow flies. Let me tell you... a more beautiful, breathtaking sight, has never been seen. Those treetops come alive in the mountains, unlike anywhere else. They are ablaze and dazzle with vibrant reds, oranges, and yellows, that are literally transforming. Around here some of the trees are turning but nothing too spectacular, yet. How is the fall foliage where you are?

Monday, October 6, 2014


I have no private office, for yours truly, here in my house. My computer desk is right smack dab in the middle of the living room. I share the space with anyone who wanders in. This is where I sit surfing the web 24/7. In the wee hours of the morning strange things can happen. Full moon or not. And I'm here to tell you something did. It was so frightening it scared the hell out of me. I was typing away at my key board when I happened to look at my elbow, resting on the desk.  I screamed when I saw what I saw. I jumped at least six feet in the air, too. What I saw was creepy, crawly. It was very menacing, looking up at me with all eight eyes, two of them bulging. You guessed it. A spider. But not just any old itsy bitsy spider. NO sir. Sitting right there on my shirt sleeve was an enormous, (at least 3 or 4 inches across) WOLF SPIDER. When I tried to shake it off, it clung to the fabric, refusing to budge. The decibel level of my screams increased, though there was nobody home to rush to my rescue. (WHERE IS SPIDERMAN WHEN YOU NEED HIM?) So, suffice it to say, my FEAR drove me to do the only thing I could think of at the time. UNDRESS. I literally ripped that shirt off my body in two seconds, flat, throwing it to the floor. Would you believe, that darn spider was still attached to it, cradling the sleeve? I didn't want to squash it and get spider guts all over the place... because  I didn't know if that would wash out of my clothing? (I can't believe I was thinking rationally at this point?) But, foremost in my mind... was the fact... I didn't want that ominous creature to scurry away to parts unknown, so I could encounter it again, in say... my bare feet. So I tried to make a beeline to the front door, holding the shirt it was on, at an arm's length.  Unfortunately, the spider, in question, made a daring escape before I could get it outside. I should have probably used a tupperware container to capture it in. But I didn't. So now... my dear blog buddies... that scary, ugly WOLF spider is in hiding. It's lurking somewhere in my house, just waiting to pounce and surprise me again. I envision it biting me in the neck, crawling up my leg, nesting in my ponytail.  My nerves are shot worrying about where and when it might appear again. Have you ever been frightened half out of your wits by something like this? What's your story?