I write because there are rooms in my head with doors shut and locked with do not disturb signs hanging from the doorknobs.
I write because the rooms are dark and I can hear, at least I think I can hear voices that are talking to themselves, singing to themselves, raging at themselves and worst of all- laughing at themselves.
The laughing is the worst sound of all of the sounds making their way out to the hall.
I write because there are galleries in my head- some are filled with paintings, some of the galleries are empty except for the paint chipping off of the walls and dusty handprints pressed against the windows. I write because the galleries have people lost in the corridors and all of the people I see look like me when I was young and some are me when I am old and some of them glide through the galleries like ghosts.
I write because of the stories in my head and if I don’t let them out to play, I think they will invite me in and I just might never leave.
There are two holidays that I will throw myself into, headfirst with blind gelato bingeing passion:
Halloween and my dog Hamish’s Birthday.
I missed Hamish’s first birthday because I was in Las Vegas- every time I think about that I feel guilty and buy him some new toys. I buy him toys buy Kong- which means I blow some serious coin on toys that he drops into mud puddles or drowns in his swimming pool ( you read that right, he has a swimming pool) when he gets tired of them.
My guilt knows no budget.
So this is how I feel about Hamish Birthday and Halloween as a rule:
They need to be bankers holidays.
I want businesses to close, I want stamps and coins minted in their honor and if you even think about making gluten free treats on those days instead of real treats that make your teeth scream in agony before the sugar even crosses your lips I will personally show up at your house and kick you out of the human race.
I do like Holidays for the most part- they’re fun, some involve food and music and if you don’t get the day off, other people do and your commute to work is a light one.
I just don’t want to take bankers holidays seriously, I don’t want to be forced to reflect on the day if I don’t want to and I don’t want to argue about their significance to the world or the community or the greeting card industry.
Who’s with me on this?
I should mention, cupcakes and margaritas are involved in my vision the new Banker’s Holiday calendar. If they were a staple of all the banker’s holidays I wouldn’t feel the need to cut so many of them loose.