It’s nearing 2pm on this fine windows-open Sunday afternoon.
I just put Keaton down for a nap and Sharaun’s away at a baby shower. I put on the new Of Montreal album (which is seriously growing on me, despite my initial skittishness) and decided to write a bit. Now, writing wasn’t really my intention (nor has it been for the past week, as you’ve likely noticed if you’re a regular visitor here) – but I had no choice.
See, I had intended to get all the Halloween props down and start doing an assessment of what all needs to be repaired and what materials I’ll need to get everything back to working order. But, all the Halloween gear is inside the fake coffin I built so many years ago to hold the pnuematic pop-up coffin dude, and that montrously heavy contraption is tied to the exposed rafters in my garage for storage (serisouly, where else am I going to store a full-size coffin?). Problem is, other than my sneaking fear that the thing is gonna come crashing down randomly one day and wreck a car parked under it or worse smoosh someone as it falls, I can’t get the thing down all by my lonesome. It’s just too heavy and unwieldy. So, as Halloween prep goes, this morning was a complete loss.
Later in the day though, Sharaun got home and helped me lower the thing from it’s hold up in the rafters. After that, I was able to get all the gear down from the various places it’s stuffed up into our roof and take a full account of things. And, surprisingly, I’m not as concerned about the work as I was before. Yeah, the rubber masks have all rotted and are tearing – those’ll have to be replaced, and I already knew I had to rebiuld the ghost… but everything else is just improvements: rewiring things for low-voltage operation in the name of safety, making cosmetic improvements, improving triggering and timing for the more complex animated props, etc. I know you care dearly about all of this, so I’ll leave it at that level of detail and be done with it. But, I’m happy to say that my side of the garage has now been officially transformed into the Halloween workshop; ’tis the season.
Shifting gears then…
Today as I walked in to pick Keaton up from her Sunday School class at church, her teacher turned to me and said, “Keaton had a day today.” “Uh oh,” I said, recalling how we’d already struggled with her ourselves from the start as well. “Yeah,” she continued, “I’ve never seen her like this. Not only did she have four kicking and screaming on the ground fits, but she bullied every single kid in the class!” “Oh boy,” I sighed, looking down at our little angel sitting forlornly on a chair in all her infinite cuteness. As Sharaun slid in beside me her teacher went on, “She pushed Madeline and pinched Matthew and just wouldn’t listen.” Sharaun, having borne the brunt of Keaton’s earlier “No!” and hitting fit, screwed up her face and sternly asked Keaton to apologize, which she did.
Of course, after church she was a perfect little girl for me when Sharaun was away. I sometimes think she acts out more for Sharaun than she does me, maybe because she’s got more to prove to her since she’s with her all day long or whatever. Y’know, asserting her authority most to the one who’s the authority for most of the day, or something. It sometimes makes me feel bad, because there are instances where she flips like a switch and instantly behaves better for me if Sharaun’s removed from the situation… but then again I also figure this is just the beginning of her wrapping me around her little finger so she can exploit me later in life. Nah… I’m just playin’. But I dunno y’allz… this girl can flex some bad, straight-up bad.
OK, whatever. Goodnight.