A little late perhaps, but technically it's still Halloween, so.... okay it's late.
I've been battling a lingering cold, walking dogs, editing podcasts and walking more dogs. There's a lot of poop in my life. But I wouldn't have it any other way.
My newest addition, little Gemma, has been wearing her Halloween costume for 3 days - it suits her and she seems to like wearing it. Today alone no less than a dozen people took her photo on the street, yesterday a man stopped his car to hop out and shoot her paparazzi-style.
A total stranger saw me taking photos of her and insisted I let her take a shot of us together. I don't much like having my photo taken, especially first thing in the morning when I'm out walking the dog and haven't even washed my face yet, but I did it any way.
I'm shocked that I was smiling and Gemma was not.
Look at me, I've got bows AND a hat!
This is her glamour shot for sure.
When you only have three teeth, Witch is an easy costume.
A very busy Witch walks with a purpose!
This is sooo not me.
I tried it on Basil but it looked more Pilgrim than Witch on him. Basil, the Puritan. Hmmm.
Gary and I have been recording podcasts like crazy and have two special Halloween 'casts up. Part I and Part II - together they amount to 40 minutes of Halloween stories. A new podcast on Speakeasies will be up tomorrow, it runs a lighter 11 minutes. If you listen, we'd love to hear what you think about them!
I was so busy this past week that I didn't even take time to write about my Happy Day Anniversary. Six years now! SIX! When I look around my life and how happy I am every day (even when I feel sick, or blue, I'm still happy) I am so grateful that I was so lucky on October 27, 2004 and that I started taking my meds and that I am here, alive and no longer suicidal. It's always a shock to me that I can feel this good when six years ago I was ready to throw it all away. On the morning of my Happy Day I couldn't wipe the smile off my face, until I stopped and had a few minutes cry remembering how horrible everything felt back then. Then I mopped up and the smile was back - it's good to be alive. So good.