1) I think I’m
sore in places that I didn’t even know I had places. Last week was a freakish sprint to get the
Haunted Trail up and running, which was made more difficult by some rain that
decided to scratch one of my build days.
Thus did I spend Friday in a mad dash with a 7pm deadline to light, build, and dress 9
scenes. I managed, but the toll on my body
was palpable. I had sweat so much that I
ended up suffering a salt-crust induced acne episode worthy of
adolescence. Dropping that much moisture
and salt also left me in terrible need of hydration, and thus did I find myself
chain chugging Gatorade and water that night, then finally capping the night
with an IPA and a shower.
Saturday I dragged and trudged through, and then wore myself
out again in the night’s scaring. Sunday
was equally tough, as we Cleaned All The Things at the house, and I realized that I had a head cold
attempting to conquer my sinus cavity in the name of East Snotmucusstan.
Suffice to say my Monday feels like a hangover, and I expect
Ken Jeong to show up any minute.
2) I think that
despite the challenges, I had fun putting the Haunt up, as I always do. It’s fun to scare the bejeezus out of people,
and I get to hang out with the usual crew of disturbed individuals.
This year, I already have a new favorite scare. I asked the mom of a group of tween girls if
it was OK that I hide by the SUV in which she awaited them. She beamed at me and asked, “Do you want to
hide in the back?” Oh, hell yes.
And so, when the girls climbed in to their waiting ride, I
popped up from the back and got one final, and very enjoyable, screech of
terror. Safe in the parking lot? Nope.
3) I think, and I
never get tired of saying it, that I really love this kid. Last weekend was an autumn festival at the farm
for which Wifefish works. I took Little
Danger to said festival, and got him into line for his mommy to facepaint
him. He of course chose Cap’n ‘Merica. I resisted the urge to say “Fuck Yeah.”
Captain America, Recursive.
During Operation: Clean All The Things, he spent his
afternoon with me on the bathroom floor, cleaning grout off the new-lain tile
that Wifefish had placed. He’s a great
helper, that one.
And the heart-melting kicker…driving him home from a friend’s
birthday party Saturday night (post-haunt), a slowed up version of “Jump Around”
came on the radio.
I wish I had not been driving, because I could
then show you the video of him raising the roof in the back seat, singing “I
get down and jumping around! Jumping
around! Jumping jump jump jump jump
around!” He continued singing it during
Sunday’s cleaning spree. EFFING
ADORABLE.
4) I think We The People should just fire
everyone in DC. Congress, President, all
of ‘em. This shutdown-Obamacare-too much
war for too long-I could keep going but I won’t crap is just…old. I’m tired of it to a point of physical
fatigue at times. Someone mentions a
political item and I just sigh, because I know the conversation is a lost
cause. Only half of us think one half of
them are doing their jobs, so get rid of ‘em all, and start over.
5) I think I
really only had four things to think today.
#1 up there took its toll on me, therefore I am going to have another
sports drink or three while I watch Monday Night Football. (Speaking of which, what a weird game day
yesterday! Rams did well, Dallas-Denver
game was ridiculous, Bengals beat the Patriots…lots of WTF!) So there.
So, gang…what do YOU think?
