On Saturday my stars said....
Success on all levels is filling your life and making you feel absolutely wonderful, Jayne.
Well about time, thank you! Quick question - when do I see the results of this success?
The downside of this, however, is that you might find yourself a little too conscientious. Are you putting in a lot of extra hours? Be discriminating about this - don't work harder than you need to.
Now why do my stars do that? Why does there have to be a down side, a however and like me, a big but. I would prefer that we just end on the success filling my life part.
I took the advice and did not work harder than I needed to on Saturday.
We have a skeleton hanging from our bedroom window. He knocks upon the front door, encouraged by the wind. A black rat, which squeaks when squeezed is tied to the door knob and a fat orange pumpkin watches everything from the top step.
Saturday is Halloween and my husband and I sit at the door guarding a mountain of candy and wait for children to arrive.
I have always enjoyed this tradition, not sure why, as I get scared easily and dramatically. Universal Studios reduced me to screams and tears when a zombie came at me with a chainsaw.
Common sense had left me and for that moment I believed it. The day before I had lined up for an hour to hug a big mouse, a duck and a dog, so give me a break. Four day special pass in Orlando has a special effect on the mind you know!
I prefer to ignore the horror aspect of Halloween and focus on the cute, simple costumes and the opportunity to receive lots of chocolate without being questioned.
It is not as celebrated in the UK, though I do remember a pathetic attempt at bobbing for apples dressed as a witch at Louisa Elliott's party once.
Another year, I had created a ghost from a broom stick and an old nightdress of my Mums. Dad and I walked the streets with it. I was too scared to knock on peoples doors. I just enjoyed walking along thinking we looked spooky as he held the ghostly piece of art high and swayed around making it fly and dance. Dad also had a leg of lamb under his shirt sleeve, like his hand had been chewed off. Wow, were we classy!
My husband and I ohh and ahh over a princess, a two year old cheer leader, possibly a spider and a clown. The one who has come dressed as the parent holds onto a giant black dog. I remark, pointing at the dog; "wow what a great costume! Does it get hot in there?" The owner politely explains that its a real dog, obviously not getting my joke and thinking how sweet it is that the simple girl living at number 106 can enjoy something from her life! Better not give her too much candy!
A car pulls up and I smile as I see that these days, children get driven around the streets. Good for safety and for covering more ground. More candy collected per mile - genius!
Out climbs a lady bird, a bumble bee and Elvis Presley.
Their neon orange buckets are larger than their heads and they wave them at us optimistically.
"Trick or Treat" says a four year old Elvis.
Our candles flicker in his sunglasses, my husband looks happy and all feels good on the steps to our home.
I love Haloween.
Favorite Song of The Day: Thriller by Michael Jackson
Favorite Food of the Day: Whoopers - sneaked from the pile