I found myself close to tears as we spoke today.  I had to have a talk with myself before I called to make a bit of a game plan for how the conversation would flow. When we hung up about an hour later, I wept.  Time has brought a change in our relationship.  It use to be her listening to all my news and supporting my choices.  Now I feel that it's my turn to do the listening and hopefully supporting her choices.  Where did the time go?  I know, I can answer this myself.  The time has become a lifetime.  

   My eighty eight year old Mom is showing her age.  I knew it was coming a few years back, but I pushed it out of my mind in denial I'm sure. Now it's in my face and I've made a plan.  It's her turn to talk about whatever she wants.  It's her turn to repeat as many stories she wishes to repeat.  I'll wait in silence as she gathers her thoughts and maybe strays from the conversation.  I'll tell her I love her and thank her for being my Mom. 

   When I close my eyes I see us driving down the road on our way to school together.  She was a teacher at a preschool and I was a student. She was my teacher. We'd visit and laugh on the way to and from school.  That was many lessons and many years ago, but I'll be pulling that connection, that bond we created many years ago to the front as we go through this time in both of our lives. 

   The opportunity for giving our love is circling around us all the time.  We pick and choose how and when we will step in that circle at times.  Other times, we're thrown into the circle and we gasp for air as we try to adjust.  The love continues to circle though, and I know it will lead the way.

   Have you ever been reading someone's post, and as you start to comment you realize that you are blogging your own post on their site?  That's what I almost did today on SaintVi's.  I stopped myself and thanked her for the inspiration, then came back home to write.  Funny thing happened on the way back home to Jaynebug's place.  I had actually started writing the post as a comment to Vi, so I copied it, or rather thought I had and as I went to paste it into a post, I played back my hand movements and remember hitting save instead.  I truly am self entertaining in a "bumbledorf" (visualize your own version here) sort of way.

   I opened the door to a beautiful November day.  The warmth hit my face and I said a silent thank you.  I plan to get out into this day!

   "About last night dear"   I had a blast!  The weather was excellent and the neighbor's were all out as families in most cases, except for the few preteens on their own.  Teen Dude was with other teens and his friend's wonderful Grandma who was driving them to haunted houses all over the county.  She is a gift from the heavens!  Hoops and Miss A went treating with the neighbors after Hoops (10) (bless his heart) informed me that I was responsible for staying home to take care of our neighbors.

   "They'll be expecting us to scare them Mom.  You have to be here for them."   Such logic can not be argued with, right?

   Now the kids had set up a routine that had them "maning" several things to create the effect of spooky and fun.  What I discovered was a circle around the garden to keep the effects going was my best course of action.  Start with the smoke machine, then over to the sensor that set off the pirate head yelling, "Go back, your falling into a traaaaaaappppp" and other advice for the haunter to consider.  After waving my hands in front of his face, I moved up to the porch and squeezed the spider sac that lite up and shook (creepy). Finally the flying ghoul guy equipped with another sensor.  I looked like I was a waving fanatic.  Something had to change. 

   Since I was also on pumpkin candle, and other assorted candle duty in the yard, I had my handy dandy, snap on lighter.  It's one of those long ones.  Looks like a little ray gun.  Anyway...I knew the waving and squeezing was going to take too long.  It had already proved that with the first ten times around the yard.  I had to find my rhythm.  It came as I made the 11th round (thanks 11) I positioned the smoke button so it was at arms length.  Set the smoke, move past the pirate head and flick out my elbow. Now he's yelling his advice as I reach the spider sac that I bump with my hip, and making a sweeping motion with my arm I tap the top of the ghoul with the lighter (unlit, no fire dances for me)  I got into it then.  Found the reason for the rhyme. 

   I laughed with neighbors I don't know.  We spoke of the weather where conversations can start, and we all found a bit of community in my spooky little garden that the kids set up.  Maybe the spirits got something going.  Maybe they just encourage.  Happy November. Onward! 

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