Halloween!

Autumn is here! The leaves are turning from one shade of deep green to a celebration of colors...reds, oranges, yellows and golds. On an early morning walk , I take deep breaths of the crisp fall air. I feel alive and invigorated. Quietly, I can hear the swish of dried summer leaves float between my feet. Sweet music to my ears.

I love the smell of the inside of a freshly-carved pumpkin. I put my nose in and take a deep breath. Digging inside and pulling out all of the seeds, gettin' my hands all goopy with pumpkin sludge. Cleaning and scraping away at the inside flesh until its smooth as silk. Scooping out a little cradle where the candle will sit comfortably. Lights out!

When my kids were little I sewed the majority of their costumes!

Witch.
Devil. Ghost
Dracula. Power Ranger.
Indians.
Snow White. Minnie Mouse. And many, many, more!

Last year I made my college-aged son Oscar the Grouch and he won 2nd prize! Gotta love it!

Butter, salt, 450 degrees for about 25 minutes. It ain't Halloween without
pumpkin seeds!

Who's Gonna?

At work, pounding away on the key-board, answering emails, taking calls, learning new shit everyday. I call it "shit" but really, it's not. I just call it shit. Good shit. Shit that keeps me busy, challenged and absorbed in...well...shit.

Anyway, I'm doing my "shit".

Looking up every thirty seconds to look at a photo of my Cim a.k.a Cimbo a.k.a Simmy-simmy a.k.a Tiny Bubbles a.k.a Bitch (in the kindest, most endearing term). I just look at her.

Damn!

She's gone.

I can't call her tonight to tell her about my daily drama. She's not gonna call me to tell me about her daily drama. We LOVED hearing about each others drama. We loved making each other see the most ridiculous sides of our drama.

Who's gonna make me laugh till I practically pee my pants?
Who's gonna buy me my V.S jammies at Christmas time?
Who's gonna come to my place and sit on my roof and smoke a cig with me?

Who's gonna be my prom King?

Who's gonna tell me to "shut the fuck up"?
Who's got a dimple deeper than the grand canyon?
Who's gonna compare saggy tits with me?
Who's gonna do one of my home-spun face lifts me?

Who's gonna?

Losing Cim

Recently I have lost my very best friend. Friends since we were children and someone I can honestly say I loved almost as much as I love myself.

It's difficult. I miss her. I want her back. I need her and I miss her.

Right now I feel as if I will never laugh again with someone the way I did with her.

My Cim. My heart. My friend. My sister.

Some folks say that time heals all wounds but deep in my heart I don't believe it --when it comes to the sorrow that I am feeling in regards to losing her.

Cim was so outrageously funny. Outrageously serious. Outrageously caring. Outrageously loving. She was an outrageous person in all aspects of her life. And I miss her. And I loved her...outrageously.