Halloween 2009

Friday, Oct. 31, 2008 - 12:03 a.m.

Happy Halloween, everybody.

This is the time of year that I celebrate New Years.

If I have any unfinished business, I try to take care of it as best I can.

If I have plans or resolutions, I think about what I want to accomplish.

If loved ones have passed in the year, I tell them hello.

So, if you observe it as such, Happy New Year!

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Yesterday morning, John was getting ready for work as usual, and part of that ritual is him sitting in his own recliner, next to mine, where he puts his shoes on as he's sitting, and then he stands up and puts on his iPod and grabs his stuff and heads out the door. I was reclined in my own matching chair, and I had the laptop on and was Getting Stuff Done.

For those who have never seen the area around my recliner, consider yourselves fortunate, and no I am never showing a picture. It's ghoulish. And because I received a goodie from eBay yesterday, for extra fun, my 'nest' had some packing material in it.

This is relevent.

So anyway, he finished putting on his shoes, and he leaned forward to get up. Sometimes it takes him a little while to get out of the chair due to his bum hip, and yesterday he was moving a little more gingerly than usual because the weather has turned cold. When I noticed he was having a little extra trouble, I sat up and closed my own recliner and hoisted my laptop off of my legs so I could launch up and set the laptop down and help him to his feet.

When I closed the recliner and stood up -- one of my heels landed on a sheet of bubble-wrap.

Not just any bubble-wrap, oh, no. Not those weensy little therapy-sized bubbles.

No, THESE were the big-ass ones, the giant half-dollar ones that sound like Tommy Guns when you step on them.

POW !! POW POW !!!!

This was the noise that sounded as I was moving out of the chair, with my laptop still in hand.

John was so badly frightened that he did something I've never seen before in real life: He split into about four or five little bitty Johns and ran all over the place and came back and formed one big original John again. This happened in the space of time it took him to draw breath and say the following:

"WHAT. was THAT. PLEASE stop. your LAUGHING. and TELL me. what the FUCK. made that NOISE. i KNOW you're not HURT. but just PLEASE. tell me what that WAS!"

Poor sweeetie. He thought I had broken the recliner, or my laptop, or my arm, or my leg or any combination of these.

And of course I was just kind of sitting there again, with tears streaming down my face and struggling to catch my breath.

This is the kind of bullshit that happens when one is trying to get out the door in a hurry.

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Okay, so there ya go. Have a good Friday.

Happy new year, happy Halloween, and Blessed be!

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