Halloweens of Childhood

So I’m sitting in tonight for Halloween; no candy duty or dressing up this year. I am thinking, however, of Halloweens past. The costumes I’ve worn, the candy I’ve had. I can still recall my power ranger costume from when I was (I think) 9 years old. There was also the year I dressed in only a mask of Dopey, one of the seven dwarves.

Actually, the year I went as Dopey, I had had surgery only a week or two before so was still at home recuperating. Yet, the one day, Halloween, I went to my school and a prank was set upon my teacher. My classmates and I all seated ourselves at our desks and the lights were turned off.
The teacher came in, turned the lights on and Dopey was in her classroom. Her reaction of gasping in surprise was priceless!

There have been other memorable moments of Halloweens gone by. The year I went out trick or treating for a friend who wasn’t able to go out herself. Then the Halloweens I spent going to the mall, for indoor activities that were hosted there.

Halloween has always been one of my favourite holidays; from the costumes, to the candy (candy corn still being a favourite) and of course the dressing up. What are some of the highlights of the spooky season for you? Do you have any favourite candy, costumes or memories in general of the holiday?


Cancer Takes Another…

There are no words right now, to describe how much I despise this horrible disease. First my great uncle and then my grandfather. Since then it’s claimed the lives of at least two great aunts, another grandparent and it’s latest victim…. my older half sister, Michele.

I honestly don’t think it’s fully hit me yet, the news of her passing, but still, I feel I must reflect. Reflect on what I knew of my sister, the relationship I had with her and ultimately, the last few moments I had with her.

In truth, I didn’t get many opportunities to see my sister through the years. However, I felt a bond with her nonetheless. Years between visits, and the distance we lived apart, never changed one pivotal truth – we were sisters.

I recall hearing about her being sick early last month, but not knowing at the time what her illness was. It was just this past Monday that I heard that unforgettable phrase “she has cancer.” I didn’t sleep much that night.

It comforts me to know that my last words to Michele were I love you. Such a simple, freely spoken, sentence that carries so much weight, so much meaning.

Her last words to me were the same, and for that memory I know I will ultimately smile. For now however, I mourn and am sad. Sad for Michele; sad for my bro in law, her husband, and sad also for her sons, and grandchildren. Selfishly I am sad for myself too. Sad that I will never see my sister on this earth again.

I love you Michele, rest in peace.

Parakeets or Escape artists?

So, I’ve been making steady progress with taming my birds. HOWEVER, twice now my one parakeet, Solange, decided to make a break for it while I had the cage door open, while I was trying to train them to go on my finger.

Now I have made a decision. I will only train them when there is someone else in the apartment (like my mother) who can catch them, if they escape again.

As for the progress they are making in being tamed, Crystal had both feet on my middle finger yesterday for a few seconds to half a minute. Not that long a time at all, but it’s a start.