Happy Halloween!

  Here we are again already... the wheel has turned, harvest is in...

(yes I had a harvest... finally)

and time for family gatherings before winter makes her appearance.

 Not goona say whose family this is.

Wild Thing!

Anyhoo, I am anxiously awaiting photos of Donovan's costume this year.  Last year if you recall his mother made him a wonderful "Max" costume from "Where the Wild Things Are".   

He was a bit more horizontal last year so she didn't have to worry about the practicality of his outfit. Look at the great claws on the hands and feet!  Love it!

This year though he is mobile... and is he ever! 

 He likes this walking around business and keeps everybody on the move.  I just love how they take off in a direction they are not supposed to go and then turn around and look to see if you are following them.  They train us well.  

He also likes to make noise... not talking yet but singing and vocalizing at all levels.  I hear he really likes the stairwell because of the echos it makes. 

Rumor has it he will be the man of steel this year. I am hoping to see photos soon... hint hint.






We had some goings-on this year at the course so  I was slow to decorate.  I actually did not dig my decoration box out until early this morning and pulled out some of my favorites and placed them around the clubhouse. Just a few though this year.  We sent out a coupon for half price if people wear their costumes and I thought it would be best that the participating golfers be greeted with some halloween decor. 

I also did a fast  search on the internet for some fun pictures, for inspiration, and of course searched around on Etsy.

I just love Etsy.  One of the artists on Etsy does Dia De Los Muertos sculptures and I have linked to the shop on halloween before. I figured I might check her shop and she what she had going on this year...  she did not disappoint. Not as festive as the one I posted before... but I like this one.. It is called:

Best Friends Forever

 

J.T. Nee Sculpture Etsy Shop

Nice.

 And now for your spooky viewing pleasure...

The night was dark and dismal... (isn't it always!)

Anyhoo...

  The night was dark and dismal, yet the form of the unknown might now in some degree be ascertained. He appeared to be a horseman of large dimensions, and mounted on a black horse of powerful frame. He made no offer of molestation or sociability, but kept aloof on one side of the road, jogging along on the blind side of old Gunpowder, who had now got over his fright and waywardness.

     Ichabod, who had no relish for this strange midnight companion, and bethought himself of the adventure of Brom Bones with the Galloping Hessian, now quickened his steed in hopes of leaving him behind. The stranger, however, quickened his horse to an equal pace. Ichabod pulled up, and fell into a walk, thinking to lag behind, --the other did the same. His heart began to sink within him; he endeavored to resume his psalm tune, but his parched tongue clove to the roof of his mouth, and he could not utter a stave. There was something in the moody and dogged silence of this pertinacious companion that was mysterious and appalling. It was soon fearfully accounted for. On mounting a rising ground, which brought the figure of his fellow-traveller in relief against the sky, gigantic in height, and muffled in a cloak, Ichabod was horror-struck on perceiving that he was headless! but his horror was still more increased on observing that the head, which should have rested on his shoulders, was carried before him on the pommel of his saddle!

     "If I can but reach that bridge," thought Ichabod, " I am safe." Just then he heard the black steed panting and blowing close behind him; he even fancied that he felt his hot breath. Another convulsive kick in the ribs, and old Gunpowder sprang upon the bridge; he thundered over the resounding planks; he gained the opposite side; and now Ichabod cast a look behind to see if his pursuer should vanish, according to rule, in a flash of fire and brimstone. Just then he saw the goblin rising in his stirrups, and in the very act of hurling his head at him. Ichabod endeavored to dodge the horrible missile, but too late. It encountered his cranium with a tremendous crash, --he was tumbled headlong into the dust, and Gunpowder, the black steed, and the goblin rider, passed by like a whirlwind.

~From "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" by Washington Irving 

 

Life Imitating Art - Yikes

We don't usually have particular tv series that we like watch but this year we are really enjoying

The Middle

Modern Family

and sometimes.....                     

Community

Community has been wavering a bit with the silliness lately but we still enjoy it.  The other night there was the "Messianic Myths and Ancient Peoples" episode where the character Peirce (Chevy Chase) was hanging with some of the other "senior aged" citizen students.  On the show they called them "hipsters".. because they all had hip replacements.

Anyway, the premise for that segment of the show was that these other students were a bad influence on Peirce, and causing him to act out... like they were teens.  One example is that the group was playing poker and sneaking booze on campus after being told by the Dean of the college that it was not allowed.  They agreed that if the Dean caught them they would pretend to be playing Bingo and their excuse for the booze was because it someone's 91st birthday and 'suddenly it's adorable".  Another example was when one of the "hipster" students suggested stealing a car after they had been sneaking booze again.  When Peirce objected saying that was illegal and they had all been drinking alcohol, the hipster ring leader told him that joy riding for seniors was ok.  All they needed to do if the cops caught them was to pretend to be disoriented and the cops would just give them a ride home.  We chuckled but did not think much about it until the next day when life imitated art... just a little bit.

We have a group of retired men who come in and golf three times a week.  When they are done they sit in the clubhouse and visit.  A few of these men have known each other since high school.  Well, one was telling the others how a shared acquaintance of theirs was not golfing that day because he had to go to the DMV and he was really nervous about it.  You see it was time for that fellow to renew his license and apparently the years have not been kind to his vision. 

The man can not see.  

 He was concerned the DMV might actually test his eyesight and his vision is so bad he knew he would fail. So the men started laughing and chatting about that and they shared a trick on how they get around eye tests at the DMV.  

Apparently if you wear those big temporary dilated eyes sunglasses things that the optometrist gives you to the DMV appointment, the DMV workers assumes your vision is ok because you were just at the eye doctor and so the workers frequently let you skip that part. 

Note that their first concern was NOT THAT THEY CAN NOT SEE TO DRIVE SAFELY any longer, but how to trick the DMV so that they don't know you can not see.  This way you can make sure that while you might actually be legally blind and a complete menace to anyone else on the road... sidewalk... parking lot....you still can have a valid license to drive that 1-2-3 ton vehicle (think RVs) down the highways and byways.

Yikes.