This past week was a busy one for us. It began like all Monday mornings for me. The alarm starts squealing at 5am. I shut the alarm clock up and fumble for my glasses. I check the bed to make sure it is still dry. I should say I check my side; Monica can check her own. I sit up and take off my Breathe Right strips. I’m not sure if they help with my snoring but I have stopped waking up in a panic with a pillow pressed to my face. I then shuffle off to the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day.
Friday night was our Halloween Carnival at school. We had face painting, ring toss, a fishing booth, and Monica and I set up our X-Box with the Kinect. We had it hooked up to a Smart Board, which is equivalent to a 60-inch screen. Two hours of carnival time equals about ten hours of regular time. We had a full house at the gym and a great staff who worked their butts off to make the carnival happen.
I also have a birthday tomorrow. According to my driver’s license and every mirror I happen to look at, I’m reminded that I’ve made it half way to 90. I can’t imagine what 90 will feel like. Friday night I sprained my ankle sitting in a chair. Not while actively taking a seat, but while I was already sitting down. No weight on my feet. I pivoted my foot and felt a sharp pain. You’d think with all of the practice I’ve had, sitting on my ass doing nothing, that I could sit safely. Guess not.
Now, we have to get ready for trick-or-treaters. I wonder where we are as a society when we encourage children to dress as monsters and demand candy from strangers. And if the candy is not awarded to the little extortionists, they threaten to do harm to our dwelling. And while they’re doing this, their parents stand behind them, quietly encouraging them. Luckily, eggs are a very expensive commodity up here so we don’t have to worry about getting egged. Unfortunately, rocks are free.