Holding On By The Seat Of My Pants
Just Another Boring Old Day
When this day started out it was far from special.I am a widower and left by myself most of the time
how could it be anything but mundane.I have children and they are all grown.I am here left in
my home day after day alone.Everybody is busy and each one has a list of things to do.Th
e weather was great an indian summer.When the air is crisp but warm in the mid 60's.I have
been a New Englander all my life we are use to the change in seasons.It comes with the
territory.Many years have passed since I had the vigor and excitement life brings to all that
live enjoying everything each day brings.I say the golden years (sarcasticly) without reservation and as the tears roll down
my face I tell you in a few chosen words what I think of that...But I am a lady and you can read
my lips as my smile is one of mystery no wonder with Halloween only 4 days away if I counted
right.Looking at the two bags of candy resting on my kitchen table ready to be eaten happily
by all the kids that want to enjoy a Halloween night they will never forget.In the past she gave
out some candy bars the bite size ones since everything is so expensive.She went through
140-160 candies last year and we didn't get as many kids as the year before.Now the city is
having parties Halloween night to prevent problems and elimate any dangers that might
arise.Times have changed since my children grew up.They use to go out and come home with
a great big bag of candy.Of course dad and I had to go through it all and get rid of and
candy that looked shady and unwrapped.So of course the bag would be cut in half to prevent the dentist bill from being triple digits and then
just a couple of chocolate pieces missing.Fine payment for being a good mother and father
for years to come.If you notice even the typing is kind of odd or just spooky.
To be continued......
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