Good morning, all! I love having an earlier bit of daylight, and I love Halloween. There were all these spooky shows on tv as I surfed the channels last night.
DR MBarnum, nearly everything you watch frightens me!
DR George, congratulations on the new mailing address! That's a good sign. If you don't know Menotti's THE TELEPHONE, it's wonderful, especially the big aria "Hello? Hello? Oh Marguerite, it's you."
Today, I have to assemble my travel materials: the work I'll take with me, things for my student visit on Friday, all my meds, by Brain CD (with bonus material). I have a stop at Toyland for a couple of hours, then I come back, perhaps try to connect the new DVD player, tidy a bit, and begin packing. Tomorrow, I'll need all the travel vibes you can send: the older I get, the more I hate flying. I'm neurotic enough.
TOD: I don't have a favorite but I have good memories of several:
1. the sweet, vinegary smell of the syrup, and my mother and Aunt Jenny buttering their hands to make popcorn balls for my mother's favorite kids when they showed up that night
2. Trick or treating after dark with my brother Tom and the Hawkins boys on Goldman Avenue; at one house - what was their last name? - when a crowd had assembled at the front door for candy, the man who owned the house came screaming down the driveway wearing a skull's mask and sheet and scrred the hell out of us.
3. Marching in the Village Halloween Parade the first year I lived in Manhattan; Kayper Wilson (where is show now?) and I sewed bib overalls together so we could go as siamese twins. It's a bitch to move; how did those Hilton girls do it?