The Death of Rats (AKA "The Grim Squeaker") appears throughout the series from Reaper Man onwards, whenever a newly deceased rat (and other rodents--he handles a lot of hamsters after Hogswatch) needs guidance to the next world.
I like the cooler weather. It rained up at work yesterday, isolated shower though. Two hard, long days at work, and my crapped out back giving me trouble. Working on it as best I can. Annoying. Tiring.
Time change coming up this weekend, which should help, but often doesn’t. I may go to bed at 8 next week.
Not bothering about Halloween, not midweek, not even at work. The custom of neighborhood trick or treating is disintigrating. turning into school, church and mall events for small kids, parties for adults. At bars, I assume, not being my milieu. This is normal, customs change, disappear, lose meaning. All things have a lifetime, and end.
The garden is covered with all the tiny leaves of our now denuded tree. The neighborhood leaves not on my compost pile... yet. There is time. Rooting a shallot inside, not sure if I should plant it outside, or in a pot on a sill over the winter.
Eleanor still being a bit mousey, there may be more bodies.
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Samhain as Halloween seems to have degenerated.
It is the Celtic New Year, Old Things ending,New Things beginning, like seeds dormant over Winter and then growing in Spring
Dia de los Muertes is emerging, as Spanish speaking cultures grow.
I know, I bought a couple of bags of large candy thingies at the store, thus far 5 kids have come by, and i've been rationing it too conservatively.
We're ducking the kiddies this year. I think last year was our last. But I have a BAG OF CANDY BARS ALL TO MYSELF!!! I know. I shall rot in hell for that impudence.
Dia de los Muertes was fascinating in Mexico, back in the day. We toured a cemetery for it one or two years. Food, tequila, beer, wine, candles, music, lots of color.
Dia de los Muertes! We've got a big event planned at work with screenings of the movie ... you know the one ... drats, I'm blanking ... the kid with the guitar ... aargh, where is my memory when I need it???
Got it ... Coco!!!
Cat
Oh, you won't rot in hell. Your teeth might, but not you.
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