I love Halloween. I have a box of costumes that I’ve made over the years — a unicorn, Betty Boop, a box of candy, an alien star ship captain, a Hogwart’s faculty member, a Christmas elf…. A few years ago, I really wanted to be Xena, but, being twice her age, I figured it was wise to let that one go. This year I was Medusa, with pipe-cleaner snakes bobby-pinned onto my head (and one hanging over my ear) and a witchy outfit. Two dance places that I go to had costume parties, so not only did I get to dress up, I got to dance.

Tomorrow, on All Saints Day, I get to take my mom to mass; and then again on All Souls Day, of course, so she can pray for all of the dear (or not so dear) departed. While she gets into the Catholic thing, I sit there and meditate, breathe, relax, space out. Before I know it, it’s over; she’s done her duty and I’ve lowered my blood pressure.
Medusa does Mass. Heh.