The Devil Made Me Do It

The count down to Halloween is on. My children are very impatient. I promised them we would decorate today. I have both a feeling of triumph to have made it through the last year and not be on any meds or hooked up to any machines and then a tiny feeling kind of like dread at repeating all of the events leading up to Girl With The Almost X'd Out Eyes.

I strongly oppose making caramel apples this year. I like caramel apples but it will take a long time for me to ever want another one. That was nearly the last thing I ever tasted. For a long time I had considered them actually being an integral part of my near demise, like had I not come right home from being released from the hospital and participated in the tradition of making and eating of the caramel apples I would not have gotten perontinitis. Cursed poisoned devil apples.

Of course, that is the same illfounded reasoning it takes to get deathly sick from drinking various shots of rum and whiskey and licking, sucking and slamming tequila all night and then thinking you are drowning in a hot jaccuzi when really you are just so drunk you can't remember who or where you are. Try as you might to lay all the blame on that last shot of Quervo while you lament the whole thing as you lay on the floor of Eddie and Laura's bathroom straddling the toilet and swear to all the Gods that you will NEVER do that again if they will just let the room stop spinning, it was probably not all that last shot's fault.

Wait. That was me, not you.

Anyway, though I am sure it did have a very horrid impact on the state of my abdomen, I don't still seriously think that had I not eaten that one damned apple I would have been just fine. It wasn't anything I did. It wouldn't have mattered what I did or didn't do. So we are still not making caramel apples...at least not this year. Or maybe we should, to celebrate, eat them and laugh heartily in death's face.

On a different note, I am not sure if we achieved perfect Dirty Red but we did get a very red wall and it does look damn nice, even with the linens. It looks a lot closer to what I was going for than the first color did. When the morning light is coming through the vanilla curtains it takes on kind of an orangeish tone but is still very much red. When it is dark and just the lamp is on it is just red. It is quite a vibrant color to open your eyes to so the mellow light that the curtains are producing in the room is a perfect balance.

I think we are going to go ahead and paint the other three walls a very light tan color to make the room feel more complete. The chip we picked is called Oatmeal I think. I don't want a repeat of the chocolate milk room we had in Iowa and the butterscotch room we had at the other apartment. All of the bland names for different shades of brown you can handle right here in one place. I hope the very light soft tan we picked from the paint chips will go with the whole vanilla candle thing. It may throw off the whole mood. We'll see. He is pretty sure that if we do paint the other walls that is the color he prefers. He is probably right. If I went with a shade that was too much on the yellow side I would probably hate it with the red. It will all probably have to wait though.

Today is library day. So I must get on with it.

Posted by gwendolyn on October 22, 2003 at 10:13 AM