Closing Up Shop

Just as I typed the title of this blog, John said, “this is ‘In Repair’.” That’s how today feels…like life is in repair. Today was all about packing up. The Halloween friends were put away. My Mama Witch, the scardy cat, the bleeding skull, the bats…all newspapered and bubble wrapped up. Only Serious sits outside on the stoop. I’ll keep him until kids crash him down Pumpkin Hill, animals carry him off, or the rot of age sets in and he becomes an orange mess on my porch…whichever comes first. Hopefully he’ll ripened to real rot then I can throw him in the bushes. I want baby Serious-es sprouting in my shrubs. Seriously. Could I be so lucky? My mother-in-law would probably kill, kill, kill me.

To date I have closed 191 blogs to the public. 179 have been deleted entirely. I don’t know how that makes me feel. On the surface, I am pleased to be more private. Mud level, I am not so sure. I said some important things to people I love and now I’ve taken away their ability to reread the words (should they want to). I called S an amazingly good friend. I called R my sister. Those things won’t change. Ever. I still mean those words…in some cases more than ever. In reality I guess it’s okay if its not there in black and white. I probably should say the words more often and do that “actions speak louder than words” thing anyway; plus I can always write love letters to my husband in maple syrup and halftime shows. He likes both.

Speaking of maple syrup and closing up – High Hopes will close for the season after this weekend. I’m bound and determined to go one last time. I have to get my all-you-can-eat fill of pancakes, french toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, ham, homefries, toast, english muffins,coffee, tea and oj. The place is amazing. Where else can you put real, made-on-the-spot maple syrup on your ham & eggs and hot sauce on you potatoes and pancakes? Sometimes, when I’m feeling really good hot sauce and maple syrup go on everything. I’m not a girly-girl at High Hopes. I don’t count calories. I don’t pay attention to lady-like bites. I eat, eat, eat. It’s a buffet after all!