But For the Pumpkins

I think I must have my holiday season associations mixed up.
I know some people like to think of winter as starting in November, or spring starting in April and so forth, (it might as well be around here), but I happen to know and stress otherwise.
For example, even though Thanksgiving and Halloween are both Autumn holidays, turkey day to me has always been a festive harvest occasion, while Halloween always gets me excited for winter.

If this is the point where your brain just screeched to a halt, you can go back and read that again, but it was right the first time. I don’t know whether it’s to do with seven-headed rodent kings, skeleton Santas or Dickens’s ghosts, but something about that last day of October, (it should always be chilly), just gets my toes curling in anticipation for fur-lined boots crunching through snow and snuggling under warm blankets and listening to the wind howl outside.
Those readers who have been with me since the days when I was more prolific can probably appreciate the strangeness of this admition.
And now I offer you a story, one day late, but I was feeling inspired.

As soon as Kaylie pulled her head up, she began searching for Billy. Her wet hair whipped against her face as she looked wildly around the room.
“That wasn’t funny Billy!” she shouted to the emptiness; her little fists clenched. Then she went tearing out of the room to find mama.
Mama had gone inside earlier with a headache and left Billy in charge. Mama had headaches a lot, but one time when Kaylie had come inside to get a bandaid for her cut and to tell on Billy for pushing her, she had caught Mama kissing a strange man in the laundry room. She must have had a real headache today though because Kaylie found her in bed; a glass of water on her nightstand.
“Mama! Mama Billy’s being mean again.”
Mama opened and closed her eyes without looking at Kaylie.
Kaylie tried again, but Mama didn’t so much as glance at her. Patches the cat came over and sniffed at Kaylie. Then his fur got big and fluffy and he hissed at her. Patches had never hissed at Kaylie before. She backed away.
Billy had gone back outside to join his friends after he had let Kaylie go, and that was where she found him.
“Mama’s really mad at you Billy,” she lied; hands on hips. “She’s going to come down any minute to whup you.”
Billy ignored her; continuing to throw the green and white ball around with his friends.
“Whadja’ do to your dumb little sister anyway,” one of the boys asked.
“Don’t worry about her,” Billy dismissed.
Mad now, Kaylie ran up and got right in his face.
“I AM RIGHT HERE! STOP IGNORING ME!”
But Billy just danced away and threw the ball to one of his friends. Kaylie ran and tried to catch the ball, but the boys were all taller than her and so it was easy to keep it out of her reach.
When finally Billy got the ball again, he turned and threw it hard. Kaylie had to duck out of the way as it came right at her face. Then she went running inside and began hollering.
“MAMA! MAMA BILLY’S THROWING BALLS AT ME NOW!”
Mama came staggering downstairs then and nearly tripped over the bucket of water in the middle of the dining room. She swore; then fast walked to the kitchen door and leaned out.
“Billy,” she called, “what’s this bucket doing in the middle of the floor?”
“I donno,” Billy called back. “Kaylie musta brought it inside.”
“Nuh uh,” Kaylie countered. “He brought it in to show me how to bob for apples.”
“Well it doesn’t belong there,” Mama finished. “Now send your friends home and come clean up all this water that got spilled.
Kaylie watched smugly as Billy laid newspaper down over the wet spot while Mama dried and put away the rest of the apples. When Mama came back in to the dining room to put the bucket away, Billy jumped up and ran to her.
“Mama don’t.”
She shook him off as he grabbed at her arm.
“I’m putting it away. The closet’s where it goes Billy.”
“Wait, I wanted to use it for something else.”
“Not now,” Mama said firmly.
“She pulled open the closet door and shoved the bucket inside, but it wouldn’t go in. Yanking aside an old suitcase, she tried again. Then she stumbled back as something fell out. Her hands flew up to her mouth; the bucket forgotten beside her.
Kaylie’s small form lay crumpled on the floor; still in her little blue dress. Her curly dark hair and shoulders were soaked through from the water; bits of apple still in her mouth.

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Rainy Night in May

Dreams dance too close to stars when velvet paints the night.
Fears look for lonely souls, sending whispers to make them shiver.
Wishes swim on currents of whimsy, ascending to join the court.
Rain like seeking taps at windows.
Lightning slashes
Jagged streaks,
Cracking whips of thunder,
Exposing all,
Exposing all.
But secrets are night’s play,
Returning on cool breezes to tickle the ears of those who sleep.
I do not sleep.
I wake to hold the night,
To drink the wild of it into my soul,
To fill my lungs with its intoxication.
The night is full,
and I
am thirsty.
Shivering cold as the earth.
Lying uncovered,
trying
to clutch
at sky.

5 A.M.

Hello blog, it’s me, Lyrikh.
I’m still trying to decide which is the more preferable side of five in the morning to be on. Waking up to it of course, you say. But is it?
Waking up at five in the morning and knowing you have to, I’m sure is a pain. It means you have to go to bed that much earlier, (unless you think you’re superhuman), thus cutting into your social or relaxing at home time. People aren’t really awake at five in the morning, even if we were meant to be once upon a time. I do appreciate all the bakers and farmers and truck and bus drivers who make that sacrifice though.
I however usually find myself on the other side of five A.M. It would be one thing if I had a night job that kept me up until five, and all I need do on my return home was sleep, but I have no such job. I am just awake, without any rhyme or reason for it. If that sounds exciting to you, you should try it for a week and get back to me.
And of course, it’s not as if I just fall asleep afterward either. If I haven’t slept at all,, that usually is the point at which I am beyond frustrated. I think I should find productive things to do, but that would only encourage the behavior. And it’s at about that point when the rest of the house starts to wake up and I am finally sleepy. But of course since people know I don’t sleep, they choose this time to need my attention.
I really need to stop telling people that I don’t sleep.

Jar

My hand is burning from finally opening the pickle jar, half my bed clothes are going for their fourth dryer spin and I haven’t slept in almost three days.
Well truthfully, I just haven’t been sleeping at night. I get some sleep when my alarm goes off for me to wake up, but still. Actually I rather like the new year so far.

Yesterday was January 8, (at least it was where I am). I’m kind of obsessed with it. It isn’t my birthday or anything significant to me as far as I know, I just really like the look of it in my mind. I’ve always liked January. I have–as you’ll probably remember if you’ve been here before–a strange love for winter, and January is like fresh clean snow. Eight is usually a bright color, and tends to stand out wherever it lands. It does look better in the blue months though.
We’ve had real snow here, but I probably should be careful what I say about that. It’s been cold here too; just like real winter.

Hello, winter, It’s been a while.

From Woods to the World

Well friends, it looks like everything I say really is gold.
So now I’m off to take on the world.
Or maybe I’ll take it over Pinky and the Brain style.
Either way, I think Frost said it best. Of course he did.
Hugs to all! Handshakes if you prefer.

Between Fingers

Soft, papery fluttering life,
Now a red smear between flesh.
Once I killed a mosquito.
He got too close.

Etiquette for AC

I have it on good authority that some instruction is needed on how to properly handle “excessive heat.”
I kid you not, I’ve seen those exact words on a weather warning. And to those of you who just thought, keep hydrated and wear light clothes, um yeah, keep reading.
Now of course ideally you will have some sort of air circulating device installed, maybe more than one depending on the size of your house. If you are very fortunate, you may even have central air, in which case you need not read further. But right now I wish to speak to those of you who only have one or two fans that really only push around the hot air. If that is your situation, here are some good tips to keep in mine.

  • no running around.
  • These are not the days you want to be running around the house moving the furniture or finally tackling that cleaning project you’ve been wanting to get to. I don’t care how many bottles of water you consume, this is heat and you need to stop that immediately.

  • Do nothing.
  • Taking this one step further if you can, it would be very beneficial to both your health and sanity to find a nice activity where you can be still. Not only should you not be running around, but if it really is extreme heat, you really shouldn’t even be moving around too much. I would suggest something like reading a book or listening to music or even watching TV. This is my official declaration for you to veg out. Seriously.

  • No sleeping
  • Okay, I know this one probably makes no sense to you. I’m sure you’re thinking that sleeping would be a perfect activity when you should be doing nothing. Or perhaps you think I really mean no sleep at all … silly you. Here’s the thing though, you sweat more in your sleep. So if you live where high heat means extreme humidity like me, waking up from what you might have thought was a pleasant nap to escape the heat may turn out not to be so pleasant when you find yourself all sticky.

Now, I know what you’re thinking, none of that really had anything to do with AC. True, so here’s the part that does.
When you have an AC, it’s first a good idea to determine where in your house to put it. This will in large part depend on the size and type of your AC. If you wish to simulate central air and can afford multiple ACs in your home, go right ahead and do it.
The AC is a wonderful thing to have and if you don’t have one, I highly recommend you run out and get one–unless of course it’s 95 degrees out, then you should probably walk. There are however some things an AC cannot nor should it be expected to do.
For example, do not turn on your bedroom AC and expect your room to feel cool and refreshing if you leave the door open. One AC will not cool off the whole house, but if you leave doors open everywhere, it might try.
Secondly, Please do not stand directly in front of your AC and complain that everywhere else is too hot when you move away from it. Seriously? I’m not even sure that deserves a “duh.”
Thirdly, No heat is extreme enough to recreate winter. Granted I personally love winter, but but there is no reason to make your house or bedroom feel below zero just because you can’t stand anything over 79.
And lastly, if other people are sharing your air conditioned room, please respect them and their temperature needs. Heat is a terrible time to get upset about anything.

So now you know, and I hope you take these tips to heart, because unless your day was so bad that it is going to actually ruin your life, it is no excuse to come home and start a fight with your roommate because you are hot. You will get no sympathy from me.