As I am getting read to sign off for the night, I thought I’d share this video about Halloween’s official Mascot- The Bat.
This is an awesome story and I hope you joy it as much as I did.
Anita
Day: October 25, 2021
In The Pink
He is tall.
For this story to really come together you have to see it- he is tall and super skinny.
He always wears super skinny jeans that cut off at his ankles and he wears tight shirts
so that
you will
see he is, you know it, super skinny.
One day he got on the train and he was wearing super skinny light colored jeans that
were just touched with a shade of pink
and he was wearing a very nice pink shirt
and as he walked by me,
and my eyes worked way up to his head,
I saw that where his hair is not quite
shaved completely off
was dyed pink.
Did I mention he had one of those little top knots?
That was dyed pink too.
Now.
His hair wasn’t just any shade of pink- it wasn’t shell pink, or blush or whatever other
names they give to light shades of pink.
It was flaming hot pink.
Pink is my favorite color, so you know I was into it.
But as he walked by me the thought popped into my head- and you need to know
I said to myself as
the image barged it’s way into my brain
Go away silly juvenile thought! Be Gone!
But it was no good.
The thought took root and bloomed.
The Super Skinny Tall Guy
looked like a super skinny walking condom.
A pink one.
I was intrigued.
It’s not like you wouldn’t notice him- you were bound to have some kind
of reaction
and nothing is going to get someone’s attention like a condom running to catch the
train, right?
I wondered, if he died his hair blue or light green or purple and he wore clothes to
match his hair,
would he still look like a
tall super skinny condom?
I’m hoping that when I see him again his hair is a different color, because in a world
where the surprises that pop up from day to day can be horrific,
I am
curious and ready for this one in a good way.
Six Days Until Halloween
Some wise words from my favorite Fairy Tale Princess who had a dark and delicious story before Disney got a hold of her:
“I’d say the first thing you need is … a pumpkin.”
—Cinderella
There are six days left until Halloween, I hope you are ready for it.
The Neighbor Dog
Jamie Wyeth
My wife hates the neighbor dog.
Tatiana- never call her Tat, or Ana- and when you say her name you better let it roll off of your tongue so that you sound like you’re standing on a corner somewhere in Italy with marble statues of God and Goddesses on every corner because Tatiana hates fake things.
I guess that’s why Tatiana hates that dog much. It’s a designer dog, one of those dogs that are bred with a purebreds from two different breeds to come up with a dog with the desired attributes.
In my wife’s mind, that is as tasteless and tactless as Biscotti that has been baked in Vietnam and shipped to the corner Mini Mart where you can get flavored cappuccino whipped up in a flash from a cart out front with an Italian Flag same on the front.
So last night Tatiana zips up our driveway, I mean she’s coming in hot.
” Franklin!” I hear her screaming from the inside of her car before the engine is even off. ” Franking get the hell out here NOW!”
So of course I get out there and Tatiana is out of her car and looking at the front of her car. ” Fucking dog! That fucking dog got in my way and look at this, look at my baby Franklin!”
Tatiana’s baby was hurt alright, the bumper and her headlight were a twisted mess of blood and metal.
” Where?”
Tatiana points to the end of the drive where the mailbox is. ” In the ditch. ”
I hold out my hand and my wife throws her keys at me and as I turn away from her and her baby- her darling Fulvia coupe Tatiana flies into a rage ” Where are you going?”
I walk back up to our garage, punch a button on the Fob and the garage door slides open. I go in and grab a shovel and some gardening gloves and a tarp.
” I’m going to clean up your baby’s mess.”
” It’s a dog Franklin! What the hell is the matter with you? Look at my car- oh and don’t worry. I’m fine. Franklin, it’ just a dog. Leave it. It’s just a dog. Let that low life piece of trash clean up his mutt. It’s just a mongrel you know. A mongrel with a fancy name.”
I ignore her and start walking towards the road.
Tatiana chases after me, which I do marvel at because Tatiana is short and has always worn heels high enough to give most people nosebleeds. ” It’s a mongrel , let the city clean it up.”
We are at the ditch. I look down and at first glance I thought half of it’s face was gone, but then I realized it was there, it was a pulpy mess but it was still there.
” It’s a mongrel Franklin. Let the city handle it, it’s what we pay our taxes for.”
Ever obedient, plus I think it’s hot when Tatiana throws her tantrums, I follow her back to the house.
The neighbor dog- other people called her Malaya McLeod – who was probably out on her nightly power walk to get her steps in, is dead in a ditch at the end of our driveway and I am sure that the city and their various departments will be visiting us soon, like Tatiana said to clean it up.