You read the title correctly. I’m very sorry but I just don’t have the energy, creative or otherwise, to put together a high-quality very scary blog that you have come to expect of me. I just put the spooky image at the head of this post to grab your attention. I know I posted something at the start of October that promised a series of totally mind-blowing blogs celebrating my favorite time of year. But, as I’m sure many of you know, I took sick shortly after attending my 50th High School reunion. I’m still not well and it’s been a month, three ER visits, a chest x-ray, a hefty dosage of antibiotics, a diagnosis (shown later to be a little inaccurate) of pneumonia, and all capped off by an allergic reaction to one of the drugs I was proscribed. My flesh looks like a scary Halloween story by itself. I have red spots on parts of my body that I forgot I had. I’ve been rubbed with aloe vera and other lotions that you would have to travel to a cheap Bangkok brothel to find.
So, instead of something scary, I thought it would be highly entertaining to tell you about our last-minute preparations for our winter “on the road” in our R-pod RV. Remember the late part of 2013 when Mariam and I drove across the country to visit my grandson, Elias, in Orting, WA? I even compiled those travel blogs and published them in book form. It’s called: “In the Middle of Somewhere”–and did I mention it’s available on Amazon in paperback or Kindle.
Anyway, here is a picture of part of the R-pod. I tried to get some colorful trees in the frame as well to show you that its peak foliage time up here in the North Country.
Like I was saying, I am picking out the books I intend to take along. We’re busy choosing CD’s, books-on-tape and DVD’s. I also pack all the writing material for future projects (like a few novels, etc). I even considered bringing along my banjo. I googled music lessons in Fort Myers and found that I can get private lessons for a reasonable rate. But, I’m having second thoughts about this. It will require practice time and I just can’t see myself sitting by the door of the RV and learning chords for the banjo. People (mostly elderly from what I hear) will think they’re in a scene from “Deliverance”. I don’t want to frighten old people.
I’m writing this late at night on October 11. The rain has stopped and it is very dark. It’s nearly midnight. I just looked out the front door and noticed a dull light shining at the end of the driveway. I thought of the moon, but it’s too low to the ground. Perhaps it’s a reflection of the light in the guest bedroom against the front window of my car. Maybe someone is out for a late night walk? Hold on while I check if it’s moved…
Nope. The dull light is still there. It’s not our new motion lamp because it would be much brighter. I wonder…
Well, on second thought, maybe some of you would feel shorted somehow if I didn’t come through with some weird Halloween photos. I must keep my contract with my readers. If I say I’m going to do something–I have to do it!
After all, what are the “things that go bump in the night” going to do to me? Come creeping down my driveway and walk through my dining room wall? I doubt it. This isn’t the History Channel. There are no aliens on my property. (Although, I have some doubts about our neighbor)–
So, here are a few nutty Halloween customs:
Pretty scary stuff, huh?
I’m going to check on that light again–don’t go away.
I hope I’m wrong, but I think it has moved just a little–only a little–toward the house. Let me look again…
OMG, it’s nearly passed the short row of cedar trees…just at the end of the walkway to the porch. Who could this be at this hour? It’s just a few seconds before midnight. I feel that I have to type fast to finish this…what’s that? I hear something on the front porch floor…sounds like footsteps.
I hear a voice. It’s almost a mumble and I hear saliva helping to slur the words…”You think messing with the dark is funny? Do you think we laugh when you pretend there’s nothing out there?”
The power is going out in the house. Mariam has locked the bedroom door. She’s having a nightmare. If she’s having a nightmare…then what’s on the porch…at my door?
I must finish this quickly….I….can’t……..