Witch Hazel dropped in for a visit today.
Rascal and Fripon weren't impressed. But then, it takes a lot to impress cats.
Witch Hazel used to delight in scaring the neighborhood kiddies when they cam for Trick or Treat night. The kiddies don't do my apartment building, so wicked WH has no more Halloween fun. Hmmm! Maybe she should go around ringing doorbells this Halloween.
The red and gold trees outside my window and the Halloween decorations everywhere are so inspiring that I've made another entry for the Goth Crusade. The card is from a clip art CD, and the Boo-gy Man is an altered photo of a doll. The doll photo was generously offered by a member of one of my art sites. I'm not sure that I want to let her know what I've done with the poor doll!
Michelle Ward of Green Pepper Street Team has given us "Goth" for Crusade #13. I'm using Halloween to give my interpretation of this theme. The two pages here are from a mini scrapbook--my first--I made a couple of years ago, using my autumn-themed poems. I couldn't resist including ee cummings' Halloween poem, "hist whist". I have this cummings poem in a delightfully illustrated book, and never tire of it.
I apologize for the distracting arrows on the ee cummings page. The original page only had a quote from the poem, and for this entry, I wanted to treat you all to the whole poem, without adding it physically to the original page. Voilà!
I'm back from my Oklahoma travels, and am so glad I went to my 50th high school reunion! I don't know the exact count, but I think about 40 of us were there. It was so great to see how we had all matured and have had interesting, fruitful lives. It was also fun to see everyone surreptitiously eyeing the nametag of a person, then exclaim, "You haven't changed!". Right--that's why we only recognized each other after reading the nametags! But we must be excused; after all, most of us hadn't seen each other for 50 years.
After the farewell brunch on Sunday, my best bud from college picked me up and we drove to her home in Stillwater (home of OSU), where I stayed for two weeks. Cindy and I had lots of fun catching up, but didn't go out much, because the evening I arrived, I came down with what we thought was an allergic reaction, but turned out to be a virus. Naturally, I generously passed said V-attack on to Cindy--what are friends for? She had to stay home from work for most of my visit. We're both still battling the nasty virus.