Some randomness

Many years ago when I still opened those joke emails that get forwarded, I remember receiving one that just said, "Finally" in the subject line and was simply a link. Until I got my first virus, I just clicked the crap out of any link forwarded to me. I was taken to a page that read:

You have reached the end of the internet. You may return to your normal life.

It made me laugh at the time, but I came to think of it as this actual place--the end of the internet. It clearly cannot be infinite, but it is so large it is nearly impossible to quantify. It is similar, I think, to this place we are told about: the end of grief. No matter how many links you follow, there are still more pages to come.

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We had a lazy weekend as I battled a random virus. I would be wiped out for a few hours, get a burst of energy, clean a room, then nap again. Headaches. Body aches. Coughing. But no fevers. No oinking. I have no idea what it is, but it has left me today with a simple cough, a little headache and incredibly grateful. We spent the day carving pumpkins, watching football, roasting a chicken, taking it easy, toasting pumpkin seeds and enjoying the fall. My daughter decided to paint her pumpkin orange, rather than say carve it or even draw a face on it. Yeah. I clearly do not understand her artistic vision either, though she did a very nice job of it.

I did, however, make a carrot-nosed, warty pumpkin from La Martha, as well as work on other creepy pumpkin heads.



I am looking forward to a week of creepy, soul-quenching art -- my Dia de los Muertos art will be up, as well as the twenty day of the dead pieces from around the globe. And of course, I am hoping to make my own ofrenda for Dia de los Muertos--one that honors my Lucy-girl. And Halloween night, we have our annual fire pit and neighbor cookout. I am dressing witchy, and Bea is being my black cat. Or rather, Beatrice is being a black cat, and I am being her witch. All in all, I am feeling more up than I have in weeks just looking forward to some days of being someone else, honoring the dead and art...Happy halloween, witches.