Want to know what I think of Daylight Savings Time? Read my tortured thoughts here in this post. No need to write a new one. I stand by everything I said in that one.
On Friday I was at the book drop outside the library and had a question about where to drop off DVD’s, so I flagged down two employees walking by. One was a nice, normal looking lady, but the other one was a young man who just looked like a total punk. As a former nose-ring-wearing, blue-hair-having punk myself, I have a pretty high tolerance for outrageous attire. But this was just beyond the pale.
The young man answered my question politely enough, but as I drove home I grumbled to myself like an old church lady about the lax dress code of our local public library. I huffed that I just could not believe what they let their employees wear to work these days!
My enjoyment of a little righteous indignation was brought to an embarrassing, screeching halt when I remembered: it’s Halloween. He was dressed as a pirate. I guess the huge faux gold clip-on hoop earring in one ear should have been a tipoff. Or the exaggerated black eye makeup. Or the black bandanna. Or maybe the cheap polyester vest with a skull and crossbones on it. (My husband almost choked as he asked through peals of laughter if I wondered about what unfortunate accident led to the plastic hook hand or what that blowup parrot was doing on his shoulder.)
This is why I never leave the house.
A commenter noted in the last post that it feels like there’s an elephant in the room that I don’t talk about the election. What election? No, kidding. Elephant acknowledged. As apolitical as I tend to be, I actually am aware of this one and, like everyone else, have plenty of opinions about it. I just decided early on that I wouldn’t talk about it here, so I plan to stick with that, as painful as it is sometimes.
On Monday our church is holding the sanctuary open for 24 hours of Adoration leading up to election day, and I’m hoping to make it over there at some point to pray in front of the Blessed Sacrament. Tuesday we’re having some good friends over for pizza, beer, election watching and smack talking, which I’m looking forward to. Anyone else have good election night plans?
Speaking of Halloween and elections, I think I heard about the most clever costume ever: a friend’s nephew dressed in a t-shirt that said POLLSTER, and then carried an Obama bag and a McCain bag, and people could choose which one they put candy in. He evidently got a really impressive haul of candy from people who expressed their emotions about this election by dumping handfuls of goodies into their candidate’s bag.
(At the lunch where this story was recounted the floodgates were opened for wry comments about the Obama supporters taking candy from his bag to give to the kids who didn’t want to trick-or-treat, or McCain supporters telling him to stop asking for handouts and go earn his own candy. As you can imagine, the witticisms abounded.)
I’m so excited to try all the great towel-folding tips I got for the last post. Thank you! And who knew that towel folding would be such a hot topic?
Do you ever run into a stranger who seems like someone you’d be friends with, and find yourself wishing there were a non-awkward way to walk up to them and say, “Hi. You don’t know me, but we should be friends. Umm…here’s my email address.”? Or does that only happen to me? (This was prompted by seeing a mom about my age at Mass who looked all relaxed and stylish as her seven young children sat quietly in the pews. I need to know her.)
Has anyone ever done that? Any good tips? Or is it just too weird?
My mom was at a local resort this weekend for a board meeting, and ended up in their finest suite with plenty of extra room. Long story short, both she and my husband insisted that I take the evening to join her at the board’s lavish dinner and then spend the night in the suite to get a little break. It was niiiiice…but as nice as it was, I’m surprised at how happy I am to just be home.
Happy Feast of All Souls, and I hope everyone is rested up for what will undoubtedly be an interesting week!
photo credit: MaestroBen
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