Well tonight's plans have been cancelled due to work. Namely, J has to work late tonight, he said maybe as late as 10pm, indirectly due to my namesake hurricane. We had planned to leave work together, go out to dinner, and maybe do some shopping or errands in town (we live way out in the country). So I just packed it up at 5pm, saw him out in the hallway as I was leaving long enough to say goodbye, and now I'm at home. Sulking. I shouldn't be. Our life frequently gets interrupted by work. Whether it's 3am phone calls, or J having to go in on a Sunday morning for an emergency. Sometimes it's even me who has to work late. But I always say, our company pays for our wonderful life, so I don't complain when the shit hits the fan and he has to work extra hours. Or cancel dinner plans.
I do love Halloween, but J grew up in a family that did not celebrate any holidays. He did Halloween the first year we were married, but we avoid it now. I secretly miss it, but I compromise because he does Christmas and my birthday up in style. Still, I'd rather be answering the door all night seeing all the cute little ninjas and ballerinas and skateboard punks. Or whatever kids dress up as these days. The last time we "did" Halloween was 2006. Ever since then, we find ways to go off for the evening and not be home. Our new neighborhood is completely overrun at Halloween, we learned the first year here. Kids come by the truck load, even on hayrides. It's a safe neighborhood, 25mph throughout, streetlights, and all the roads end in a cul-de-sac, so no zooming traffic.
I wore my kitty ears to work today, that's been my old standby for awhile now. They do let us dress up in the office, but I was the only one in my department to even slightly appear to recognize the holiday. I work with a bunch of old ladies for the most part, and none of them are fun. People don't believe I'm 46, because most of the time I act so silly, but I don't want to be one of those frumpy old middle-aged women with the bad perm and frosted severely short hair, and the pull-up polyester granny pants from Wal-Mart. Okay, maybe that was mean, but it's how I feel. I work with ladies who are probably only 5 years older, but you'd think they were 70. That's not going to be me, I'll go down swinging at old age.
I don't know what I'll do tonight. I can't sit in the living room and watch TV because anyone at the front door will see me, and I have no chocolate to hand out. I will keep the porch light off, and no lights on anywhere inside, so hopefully the house will look depressing and uninviting. I have a few options. I can go work on pottery upstairs. I can go sit in the basement and watch TV or read. Or I can stay in the bedroom and do the same. Whatever I do and wherever I go, I will have all the kitties with me. They follow me around the house like I have sardines or dead mice in my pockets. The doorbell sends them all off on a frightened hunt for a hiding place, so if we're lucky the dark house will keep the costumed youngsters at bay.
Sigh. I miss my hubby. But Happy Halloween to the rest of you who are celebrating tonight!
MISS GEE
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