It’s Halloween (Part Twoooooo)

Gotta love those classics.

The next day, it was back to Deal$, where I purchased $5 worth of paper Halloween bags with Happy Halloween and Trick or Treat printed on them in orange and green ink, a dozen smaller plastic pumpkin buckets, four packages of Halloween confetti (bats, cats, ghosts, skulls and such; each bag came with a free pack of Halloween glitter), a few packs of giant Halloween stickers, a few glow sticks and a box of aluminum foil sheets. The previous night, I’d painted the buckets with the black enamel paint, adding large pumpkin faces to each bucket and using the orange fabric tape to cover up some misprinted text. The tape wasn’t exactly the same color as the buckets, but those Halloween stickers were quite handy in covering things up when needed.

Warning: flashy lights alert!

I dumped a bag of confetti and glitter in each bucket, then cut open four of the huge bags of mixed candy and poured the entire bags into one bucket. Then I started sorting the candy by type. Hard candy in one bucket, chocolate in another, gummy candy and small boxes of miscellaneous treats went to a third bucket. The funny thing was, there were also small sealed bags of mixed candy corn, a few rolls of Necco wafers, a lot of Smarties and (EEK!) a few sealed bags of Circus Peanuts. Those went into bucket four (the Trick bucket). Then I opened up a package of the paper bags and filled about 20 or each with a mix of every type of candy so when a bag was handed out, each person was guaranteed a little of everything. The small pumpkins were for carrying six bags each and I brought two buckets (one small, one large) to the security booth in the Oval to show to the guards on duty that afternoon.

Everything was approved, but one of the guards told me my skull mask was a bit too scary (boo!), so I pulled out one cute alternate I’d brought and got a thumbs up from him. Another more senior guard told me to just wear whatever I felt like (I’d planned to bring both masks anyway) and to just have fun. The next few days before Halloween was just me deciding what to wear and when to show up. The final outfit was a heavy orange sweater with an orange sweatshirt underneath, black sweatpants and a pair of black Chuck Taylors, plus the two masks, one of which was stored in one of the large buckets. As far as those buckets went, a few of the aluminum foil sheets went into two of the large buckets along with a few glow sticks. I’d remixed the candy selection to be a mix of everything, stuck a few sheets of foil in the bottom on top of the confetti, crinkled the foil a bit and put a few glow sticks in the bottom of the buckets so when it was getting darker, I’d use the glow sticks to give off a little extra light. The crinkled foil made for a nice effect.

Cute alert!

Halloween was the next day and I decided to head out around 1:30 PM with two big buckets of mixed candy, some loose paper bags and four smaller bag-filled buckets. The plan was to hand out filled bags and hand out empty bags to those who wanted to take a chance at picking their own goodies. I lived about three minutes away, so if I needed a bathroom break or to get more treats, it was a short walk to get home. When I got to the park, one of the security guards told me I was a bit too early, but I told him we’ll see what happens as it happens. There were smaller pumpkins loaded with paper bags of candy all set to be grabbed from a table when I returned home for a break.

Just may be a future wife.

I still remember my first “customers”. At about 1:45 or so, A dad pushing his daughter in a kid-sized wheelchair walked up to me. He wore a harness with a toddler securely strapped in. The younger child was fast asleep. “Is that candy free?” he asked. “The freest!” I responded. The security guard gave me a thumbs up (He was munching away on a bag of candy I’d given him earlier) and nodded as I handed the dad two bags of candy to inspect. He want through both bags and said “Okay, this looks fine.”, before handing one bag to his daughter in the wheelchair. She wore a pink sweater under a small puffy jacket, pink tights with big stars on them and was holding onto a plastic wand of some sort. When she got the candy, she smiled broadly and said a quiet “Thank You.”. I smiled back, leaned forward a bit to ask her name and then, *BOOP!*, she reached out and conked me on the head with the plastic wand she was holding. “Trick or Treat!” she laughed. Her dad laughed as well, as did I.

Dad then asked if I could give him an extra bag for his son, who was arriving via school bus about a half hour later, and of course, I did. I also asked if he wanted to grab a bag of candy for himself, but he declined, saying he’d swipe a little from the other bags. A few minutes later, a person dressed as a clown arrived and joined me. The security guards all knew her well and introduced us. The clown wore blue overalls with multicolored stripes, a blue shirt with stars, a blue fuzzy jacket and a huge blonde Afro wig. The first thing she did after shaking my hand was mime a big sneeze and gold colored confetti flew out of the wig, landing all over the place. “Does that every year” One of the guards said, laughing. “Oh, the team from Maintenance just loves November the first” another guard joked.

(To be concluded… next time)

-GW

It’s Halloween (Part One)

Even with all my current health issues, my favorite holiday is coming up and I’m very likely going to to once again take part in an annual Halloween candy giveaway. A few residents have been doing this for about a dozen years (some for much longer) and it’s always rewarding to see those smiling kids, some of whom have popped up over later years as teenagers and young adults to grab a bag or two of treats (or a few bags of treats). Meeting all those parents over the years has also been rewarding as I’ve found a whole lot of parents who like not having to take their kids again out unless it’s to a Halloween party they’ve been invited to later. (but not too late).

More like before midnight, honestly.

One early October morning in 2012, I went to the management office and inquired about handing out candy to kids in the complex. There was yes, a full background check.They also checked my state and city ID and address to see if I was a resident here. The process took about a half hour or so but it gave some of the staff something else to do other than whatever other tasks they did. Then, a security officer went over a few basic ground rules with me. I had to be inside the Oval area (an outdoor oval-shaped park open to residents), sit on a bench near the security booth, stand near the booth or both (the security guards were more or less protecting me from any rowdy antics). I was told not everyone celebrates the holiday and to be respectful and don’t “force” fun or candy on anyone if they refuse. I also had to let security search the candy I was giving out and it all had to be sealed. They also wanted to see what I intended to wear on that day. If the mask and/or costume were deemed too frightening, I’d need to have a backup handy.

I got a rock (and a roll- that’s a sandwich, right?)

The next day, I did some shopping. The first stop was Deal$, which is now a Dollar Tree ($1.25 Tree, actually), where I bought $40 worth of bagged mixed and wrapped Halloween candy and a few $1 Halloween masks, which were simple pull over the head masks with mesh faces. I bought three with skeleton faces. three with Ghostface inspired images and four cuter cartoony masks, just in case. Then I went down the street to a small thrift store and bought a few irregular orange sweatshirts (3 for $5). The shirts, I found out later just needed to be laundered and were “irregular” only because they were labeled incorrectly by the manufacturer.

Got milk?

To store the candy, I found a great deal in Summer 2011. A local hardware store had a special on what they called “DIY” Halloween buckets, which were large orange buckets, some of which were unpainted or were misprinted on one side. “How much for a bucket?” I asked. “Tell you what” the clerk said. “it’s a slow day. so buy $10 worth of stuff and I’ll thrown in two buckets for free”. That was too hard too pass up, so I asked if the store had cloth tape in orange (I needed two rolls) and some black enamel paint. The clerk (he was actually the shop owner) pulled a drawer open and and picked two rolls of orange tape out, then from behind the counter, he produced a medium sized can of black enamel paint. “Just opened this yesterday. My son painted that sign.” He pointed at a sign for the buckets. It was $11 for the tape and paint but the owner added four more buckets for a buck each. He rang me up, then wrote me a receipt on a small pad and tore off a copy, placing it, the tape and the can of paint in one of the stacked buckets. “Thanks for the business” he nodded and flashed a wide smile as I nodded back and left the shop. There was still a lot of work ahead for me…

(To be continued…)

-GW

Ruh-Roh!

Now It’s Dark. (Part 1. Maybe)

(Trigger warning: this may get loud. Por ejemplo) :

Yup.

Life is indeed, sometimes far stranger than any fantasy. Actually, it’s 1:10pm and my brain is a bit too pooped out. Just plain tired. Like a blissful kid walking away from an empty gumball machine with a sackful of Dubble Bubble after emptying the family piggy bank, I am all spent. (I guess that makes some kind of sense?) However. I’ll admit I’m also a few pennies short of of a full roll. Brain, current time, please. (VCR fast forwards) Stop. Thanks, pal. My brain sloshes around smiling. (Yes, I know I’m talking to myself, but it’s how I’m dealing with this). Yes, I’ve got… a whole lot more issues than a planet full of comic shops.

Yup.

It’s now 3:22pm (!) and I spent that time poring over my 809 subscribers to see if a certain person (a relative) was in my readership list (Nope, and I went though that list six times just to be sure. Long story short: (and it’s a very, VERY long story). (Brain: Narrator mode, ON (*click*): For full details, please send four self-addressed stamped envelopes to: Brain! (“upstairs”: Yo!) Me: Just keep it down, please, I’m trying to finally get more work done here. (Brain: ) Today, Brain is doing a Goofy impersonation and a pretty good one). At 4:00 (Brain: 4:04!), I turned the the TV off and it was just the fan spinning, (Brain: And me?), I just wanted to simply liven things up a bit and soon found myself hunting and pecking around cable as I also poked around a bit online while gathering assorted clips and images for this post.

Yup.

At around 3:27 PM, my younger brother, came out of his room, took a shower, dressed himself and went out. I didn’t ask where he was headed, but I was a bit concerned about him and where he was going. In any event, he only went grocery shopping and returned about half (hour or so later Brain: 49 minutes!) *(Note: This will be the subject of a much longer future post, but I’ll get to that a few weeks from now).

Brrrain?(I roll my r’s), Brain:Yup? I know you’re doing Goofy, but that bit above, You’re also channeling Jack Webb, right? (I see in my mind, Brain is wearing a frilly Elizabethan collar(Shakespeare?), but also wearing a Deerstalker hat (no pipe, as I don’t smoke). I blink and it’s now wearing six different fedoras from a bunch of film noir classics. (Brain: Er, well…it seemed appropriate?)… I sigh and quickly imagine whatever people actually are or will be reading this will all disappear faster than the Great Gazoo once I hit that Publish button). But today, I’m letting the chips fall wherever they land.

Moods: more like this (although, that Ramones song below is from their LP Halfway to Sanity, which is quite ironic. To me, at least.)

a little like this, as well. Yup.

Let’s move on. Brain plays (on a huge imaginary music box) bits of: The Movin’ On theme, The Jeffersons theme, the One Day At A Time theme and a few more vintage TV tunes. My grey matter is bubbling and blazing through these clips so fast, I can’t keep up. From “upstairs”, I hear “You were thinking I should speed things up a bit because it’s getting late and you haven’t had dinner yet… Uh, hey. Can I come downstairs and watch that moo-vie with you? An idea for a segue pops up and I ask Brain to take over for a bit while I edit and add a few more videos and pictures. I think I can trust him.

(Why a music box, you ask? Back in February, I wanted to buy my mother one for her birthday and I went online and looked at quite a few before realizing I was falling into a rabbit hole over this. I just got her a card and some small gifts. Hey, I can always pick one up for Xmas)

Without warning,my playlist drops the needle on another Ramones tune:

Yup.

(Brain: Um, I’m kinda hungry, Feed me! Me: fine, give me a minute.

Okay, Audrey III! (Brain looks like a cross between a Guiana Chestnut, a Pachira plant and the carnivorous plant from 1986’s Little Shop of Horrors). I’m hungry as well.

Ya think?

I stopped writing, went to the fridge and took out the ground imported Wagyu I bought yesterday along with a few other ingredients. 14 minutes later it was a nice and done. Sitting down for the meal, my eternal playlist pumps out a few tunes as “we” eat: Trouble by Lyndsey Buckingham, Problems (Sex Pistols) What’s Going On (Marvin Gaye) and Help (The Beatles). After the meal, Brain burps a little and continues the story for a bit. There’s a slight time jump.

Wasabi cheeseburger w/ mushrooms and onions on a brioche bun. Cooking relaxes me.

(Brain:)

SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 6:20 PM.

We were watching a random action film on cable, but it was just for the noise filling the room. I mentioned TCM might have something to watch and we quickly changed the channel. Psycho was on, and the scene where Marion is selling her car was playing out, We watched the rest of the film, had a small can of iced coffee and left the television on. Hmm. Time to wrap this dead fish up while it was still relatively fresh.

Yup.

In short, I’ve got a few medical woes to take care of, but I’m sure Monday’s doctor visit will be a start of my eventual longer journey to some sort of recovery. I’d initially written much more (Brain: 9146 words), but I spent most of this week pruning that into what you’re reading today. I feel fine overall, but I’m also feeling incredibly creative. This post seems to be a “result”. so there will a few more at some point. Don’t worry about things too much. I think I’ve got a handle on this particular door.

A clue!

-GW