RDP Monday: Jolly
Halloween smells like
Jolly Rancher hard candies, bubblegum and tootsie pops
so when you think about it, candy is the true scent of mystery and fear.
Mayday from Toilet Town
I live in a town that votes Republican and as long as it does, Walmart will continue to be the the cultural center of the the city, the office buildings and retail buildings will look like ghosts from 1988 and people in Toilet town will continue to tell anyone who will listen to them what a wasteland Seattle is and how it is in ruins and has nearly been burned to the ground by ” liberals and communist and “Antifa” nobody wants to live there or visit there because it’s just crawling with people who look like extras in the Mad Max movies.
Of course most of my neighbors who say that haven’t been near Seattle in almost 40 years, but they ‘have a buddy ‘ who works there-blah blah blah and they just KNOW.
Before he passed away my cousin said to me, ” Frankly Anita, I don’t know why you moved there. If you wanted to live in a pit you could have just dug a hole in your backyard and moved into that. “
At the the time, I thought what he said was a joke. Now think he meant it and I think now that I should have taken his advice.
Halloween Journal #3
My earliest Halloween memories.
I remember carving my first pumpkin with my Grandpa, I remember the smell of pumpkin and the squooshy sound the pumpkin made when he plunged his knife into it.
I remember he was smiling.
My Grandpa was found of candy, his favorite were Sugar Babies and I remember along with the smell of pumpkin I could smell his Sugar Babies.
I remember the box of candy next to my arm and I remember shaking the bits of candy out into my hand.
I held the candy in my hand for a few minutes, then I squeezed my hand shut tight for a few minutes and when I opened it my Sugar Babies were softer and had melted.
My Grandpa watched me and he asked me, ” Why do you torture you Sugar Babies like that before you eat them? ”
I thought for a minute and then I asked, ” how come all your pumpkins have screaming faces? ”
He looked into his pumpkin’s face and I looked into my sticky hand and then he went back to carving his pumpkin and I sat next to him squishing Sugar Barbies to death.
Caturday
Nothing is more fun then Caturday falls jn the ‘Ber months.
