Yeah, I’m still around. But between grading and the restoration of the house — drywall/painting and gutters should be finished today, and carpet is to be installed Wednesday — I just haven’t felt especially writerly. However, that doesn’t mean that I don’t feel guilty when I haven’t written, so here we are. A friend of mine does triathlons; I asked him once (with some admiration) about doing such things, and he said, “It’s really just a manifestation of OCD.” So, I guess, is this — but it’s easier on the muscles.
As I mentioned above, the restoration work is nearing an end, and Mrs. M and I are hoping to start moving stuff back downstairs by next weekend. However, the local forecasts are calling for significant rain — a couple of inches, maybe — in the next day or two. Mrs. M and I have really gotten gun-shy about this stuff; two floods will do that for you. But of course, we had days of hard rain in the year-plus that we lived here before the flood, and everything was fine. Rationally, I suspect this will be the case for the upcoming rain as well. All the same, I wonder how long it will be until we handle a wet forecast with equanimity again.
Of course, today is also Halloween. While I have a variety of fond memories of the date, I’m not generally the costume party sort these days. On occasions when I’ve had to attend parties in costume, I’ve opted for the principle of least effort. Once, I showed up in my usual clothes, but wearing a name tag that said, “Not Warren Moore.” Fiendishly clever, I thought. Another year, I borrowed a stuffed bunny from the Spawn, put it in my shirt with its head poking out next to mine, and went as a rabbit Warren.
Occasionally, I’ve gone as I am, and declared myself to be Dave Eggers’s first book… but that may be excessive.
In any case, may your celebration be cheerful and craisin-free. By the way — if you’re having a Halloween party, you could do worse than today’s stream from SurfRockRadio.com, which is keeping a theme going.
And speaking of music, here’s a song I’ve been nuts about lately. While I don’t typically go for dance music, I’m a sucker for lyrics like, “Your kisses taste like bitter almonds/ It’s wrong but I want you tonight.” That’s noir, right there. So here are England’s The Correspondents, with “Fear and Delight”, two sentiments I find seasonally appropriate.
Happy trick-or-treating, everyone!