The last three Halloweens have been hectic. For example, Exhibit A and Exhibit B of village shenanigans – and the ever so popular double whammy parties of 2009.
I consider Halloween to be extra special for many reasons. This year, I walked three miles to work (since Sandy ate the subway), three miles back… and then I had to take Henry to the vet again. Settling into another country hasn’t been a simple task for my poor little baby.
I know the feeling.
So I came home a bit glum that this Halloween wasn’t quite holding a candle to my last three… when something completely surreal dawned on me.
Trick or treaters.
I’ve never had trick or treaters before. Considering the majority of grown up years have been spent living in Australia, I’ve never had children beat my door and demand candy. Last year snugly tucked on the eighteenth floor of a midtown high-rise, I had no door knockers.
However THIS year! This year I bought a bag of lolly pops on the way home and wiggled in delight as my first gaggle of little people playing dress-ups perched on my front stoop in search of sugar.
I guess part of it was sad, no Halloween party, no drunken villagers stumbling across blocks. But then I looked down at my two fuzzy companions, just overjoyed to have me here after a long, busy day.
In the land of finance we call this “end of the quarter” which means life is crazy and I shoot to Bermuda pretty soon for business. I oddly appreciate a quiet Halloween this year… I’m going to utilize the time to burn candles, drink apple tea and eat something sweet.
When I scroll threw the years behind me, I appreciate the quiet moments even more…
I had today off today too!
You know, I don’t really have beef with this whole “sub-tropical storm” thing. I spent yesterday, and today, drinking herbal tea, watching branches blow and patting the puppies. I even did job-work because in our blessed age of Internet world, logging in is always in fingertips’ reach.
All of the subways, trains and buses are essentially kaputt at the moment. It looks like I might be bussing it over the bridge tomorrow… although another working-from-home day could be in store. I didn’t even lose power. I did, however, wake up four times in the night to look out of my open window and muster a few, “Damn”s. But besides that, it’s been pretty low-key.
The puppies aren’t crazy about the rain. I wrote a few hurricane stories. I baked cookies and made tacos. Things you do when the land of outside is deserted.
Along with inhaling wind and defining new tones of silent. Super storm schmuper storm… a four day weekend was certainly in order. Even if I have to swim to work tomorrow…
Alright blog family, it appears that Sandy has successfully morphed to Frankenstorm, and now somehow, for some reason… I don’t have to go to work tomorrow.
It’s sort of windy outside at the moment, but I’m still sticking to my “probably not too big of a deal” theory. When discussing the predicted 6 to 12 inches of New York City rainfall with Timothy earlier, I once again raised Brisbane. 6 to 12 inches just doesn’t have the same impact on my ears as 6 to 12 feet.
Alas I will be writing from home tomorrow because the city is deemed an unsafe land doomed for buckets of wet. So no office.
My mother called me earlier to ask if I bought water. I told her no, but I would top my pitcher up next time I take it out of the refrigerator. I’m pretty sure there’s a candle somewhere in the apartment too, just in case.
The wind on this full moon evening is whirling and lulling, just like the oceans its currently churning… making its way north from Florida. Apparently it’s going bring snow to the mountains in West Virginia.
I don’t usually pay this much attention to the weather what so ever, but when your job starts giving out days off… you sort of pay attention. I feel like I’m in 7th grade and I just found out there’s a snow day.
Stay safe everyone and watch out for Sandy. I’m going back to write at my kitchen table, next to an open door. Waiting for a hurricane brings wonders of words, I’m finding.
Some of you may have heard about Hurricane Sandy that is coming to blow us all off the northern seaboard in a rapidly approaching time.
I say horse pucky.
I saw some live time cyclones while I was living in Australia. For example, I was living in Brisbane when a storm ripped through a suburb totaling a block of houses with nothing but a few piles of wood in its wake.
I was living in Melbourne when the 2011 Brisbane floods devastated the nation. I realize Sandy might whip some winds through and rattle a few telephone poles… but I don’t think the entire island group that is New York City will be submerged in impossible pools of sky water.
Maybe I’m just an optimist.
The U.S. media is hilarious over the weather. If they reported on issues like world hunger and women’s rights with just as much passion, it would be a dramatically different country. The economy would crash from the drop of bottled water and flashlight sales.
From the looks of it I have a few coming days of rainy weather writing which I enjoy immensely. Tea with grey skies and petrichor letters spilling on a page.
I might even purchase a desk this weekend… that’s how unconcerned I am about Sandy smashing through and destroying life as we know it.
wait four. right.
when you lose
naturally claims large
parts of what life is
supposed to be.
you see. i ran
before anyone could
grip what i was
trying to escape.
and i was never. too fast.
please, world. view me as
broken. categorize. my defeat
like every average disposal
to shove in a dark space
with a lid. and forget.
swooning to a six foot
step above what i could
have been amongst perfection.
to know how loss consumes,
forget every imagine of once.
and only. i have understood
pleasure to arrive without
expectation of permanence.
yet letting… caused bleeding…
so i rewind. back. before.