I had a problematic weekend, and the upcoming week doesn’t look much better. And here I sit drinking hot coffee to make matters worse.
“Follow me! To the Graveyard!”
I quick threw in a picture to lighten things up. “Follow me! To the Graveyard!” followed by an evil laugh is one of the things my Elliott Ghoul likes to say. My late, dearly missed husband Steve and I picked up Elliott at a garage sale many years ago. We used to put him in the attic November through September, then Steve used to at least turn him off when it wasn’t the season. I leave him on year round, just for the sake of hearing a voice other than my own once in a while.
Where was I? I just spent a ridiculous amount of time looking for a picture of Elliot Ghoul in my Media Library. He stands in my dining room window, for the amusement of any passers-by who might notice. He went off once behind me while I was on a video appointment with a VA doctor on the dining-room-table-top (long-time readers may remember it used to be a laptop). The doctor asked what it was.
“Oh, that’s just my ghoul,” I was happy to explain.
And there’s my late sweetie-pie.
I add a picture of my late husband at a Halloween party, because it seems to fit the mood of today’s post. I have 400 words of another post saved. I started it yesterday, realized I did not know where I was going with it but knew it ought to go somewhere. Will I finish it today? Or ever? A little uncertainty adds interest to my Monday.
Mohawk Valley Girl 