My usual Halloween includes giving non-peanut treats to my favorite twins (I was prepared this year, not scrounging in my pantry for something without nuts that kids would enjoy like last year) and then going to the gym. This year was no exception. I tried to stay at home with a bucket of candy on the porch for self-serve but the little buggers didn't get it. They kept ringing the bell and driving the dogs, and their owner, mad. I gave up.
I had skipped enough time at the gym that my 20 minute run was interrupted with much needed walking for a minute or two. While working to regain that steady jog, I watched Silence of the Lambs. I had to endure 40 minutes (my entire workout time) watching something I vowed never to watch. I choose to avoid movies that might give me nightmares. Lucky for me, my gym decided that October would be scary movie month. Joy. I might have to be snarky and ask if in December if we'll be watching happy holiday favorites like It's A Wonderful Life, Miracle on 34th Street, or my personal fav- Emmet Otter's Jug Band Christmas. Doubtful, I know.
This morning, I see I received a text at 12:57 am from Delaware. Actually, when I looked at my phone, I thought, "Delaware who?" (Remember, I'm not using his name here but in my phone, it is his first name.) "hey, Georgeann, did you go to any Halloween parties?" He's messing with me. I experience anger, rejection, self-doubt and hope in about 3.2 seconds. I'm not good at games. I'm good at being pragmatic. I text back. "No parties for me, but I guess you did since you are texting at 1 am". I also resist the urge to correct him on the spelling of my name. What can I say, I'm growing. Now I wait. Let the games begin.
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