October

Forr Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “starts with ‘m’.” Use any word that begins with the letter “m” as the subject or theme for your post. Enjoy!- 

I chose ” Macabre “

Each day in October

I give myself permission to capture

each dark cloud  that drifts by.

Each day in October

I  go looking for monsters

from the second I open my eyes to when I close them at night.

Macabre and Merry Mayhem

strikes my still heart  to life with a peal of thunder

each day in October

and every single night.

Hide The Knives

Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday Prompt  is “sharp.”

 

While gathering up some fun facts for my upcoming Halloween posts, I came across a very interesting Halloween tradition from Germany.

It involves knives.

I’ll just let that roll around in your head for a second.

I learned that from October 30th until November 8th, Catholic communities remember and honor their dead by visiting their graves and bringing flowers.

Nice, right? I think so. Seeing all of those pretty colors in the Fall in cemeteries which are sad places by nature is a lovely gesture for all involved- both for the living and the dead.

Sadly,  as we know sometimes when certain people pass on we aren’t going to bring them flowers in death because there’s no way in heck we would have brought them flowers in life.

They could have been mean, vicious, bad tempered, murderous and cruel and can we expect them to change in death?

Maybe they could or maybe they don’t change.

To be on the safe side- during the time of the year when welcoming back and remembering those of us who have moved on, nobody want to  risk that a few malevolent spirits could sneak back too, so the Germans have a tradition where they hide all of their knives.

I don’t care if people say German efficiency is a myth. I think it’s true. So there.

About 5 years ago I came home from work one day and I went straight into the kitchen to get a drink of water.

I stopped dead in my tracks because in the middle of my kitchen floor were a pile of knives.

I felt like I had just wandered into a horror film.

To put a point on it ( see what I did there ) almost every single one of my knives from my knife rack and the ones that had been drying with my dishes on the countertop dish rack were on the floor too.

No kidding, I was about to head out the back door when my dog ( who at this moment, in my mind had failed as any sort of guard dog ) strolled in slurped some water from his bowl and then he  jumped up and put his paws on the counter that is right next to his food and water bowls.

He reached into my dishrack, pulled out a butter knife and from his standing position turned his head and dropped it into the pile with the rest of my cutlery.

He wagged his tail.

I decided to drink  something a little stronger then water.

I love my dog, but I have a sneaky feeling that the wise thing to do, after he and I have shuffled off this mortal coil, is that if you think of us around Halloween.

Hide the knives.

Hamish Macbeth
Photo by A.M. Moscoso

The Refrigerator Bandit

Linda G Hill’s  Prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “brush.” Use it as a noun, a verb, or an idiom. Have fun!

Let’s just toss this hypothetical work scene situation out there.

Let’ say you have a long commute to work by train and found it was more convenient to bring a week’s worth of frozen lunches to work on Monday instead of bringing something every day.

Not only were you set up for the week, but if you forgot on any given day to bring something, you wouldn’t have  to go out and buy lunch- which is problematic in the age of Covid-19  or have something delivered which is an option but if you work in an area where it’s expensive to buy lunch,  those delivery fee aren’t worth it.

Now let’s say the weather was pretty hot and  hot meal wasn’t appetizing so you didn’t tap into your lunch stash for a few weeks and when you did…

You find out one of your  coworkers not only scarfed your groceries it looked like he powered his way through the frozen meals that our other  hypothetical co-workers who are tele-commuting left thinking that would be there when they come back.

Which can happen at any time now.

To rub salt in the hypothetical wound, this Refrigerator Raider is the same co-worker who when I tried to give him his paperwork one day, pulled his  hands to his chest with one small paper bag in his hand said, ” My hand’s are full ” and then he did this little twirl and literally flounced out of the room…

Which meant I had to follow him as he literally  pranced away from me and deliver his paperwork to his work station. I should have tossed it in the shredder, but I was desperately trying to be professional at this point,

I figure I  fed this hypothetical person for over a week.

Under any other circumstances I would let it go. I mean, if you’re in a pinch and you’re hungry and I have extra food, Hell yes I’m going to help you out.

But if you are a  glib little twerp why the hell ( hypothetically) should I?

Do I brush it off, should I brush it off?

I’m thinking no.

Hypothetically