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Heading home to a bath, TV and then some posting.
Stopped for a snack, and wrote in my notebook for a while.
Nothing helps me sort things out like pen in hand moving over a blank page.
And these days I feel perfectly okay about cross outs, mispellings and less than perfect sentence structure.
It's all about getting it out.
We started a She Who Blogs group over at Ning.
It seemed the thing to do many established groups are networking over there.
It's all about having fun!
So many trick or treaters this year - my friend just went on another candy run - our third.
Like last year we have a lot of pirates and princesses.
One tiny bucaneer with a Pirates of the Caribbean loot bag tried to give me his candy. I nearly melted into a puddle.
Cool we're back in business with Tootsie Roll Pops.
Booooo!
Happy Halloween.
This is one of my favorite nights of the year.
I'll be spending the evening in the 'burbs handing out candy with my friend.
The building I live in only has two children in it, and they don't come around, hence the commute.
Yesterday I joined a mob of shoppers around the holiday candy display at Shop-Rite.
There was much discussion about personal favs and what would go over best with the ghosties and goblins.
Just about everyone bypassed the healthy treats in favor of mini bags of M&Ms, Snickers, Sponge Bob marshmellow treats and Charms Pops.
I was the leading the pack.
Can't wait for this evening.
Whenever the train pulls out of the station the images begin to flash up on my mind's screen.
Last night's weird dream. I dreamt I met Jack La Lane, and all his other friends got angry because he was talking to me. They were all ganging up on me just before I woke up.
Man I have to be careful about what I eat before bed.
Now I 'm remembering being a kid, and watching La Lane's show. He used to wear this jumpsuit and ballet type slippers, and he used the word "gals" a lot.
Perhaps I've had a secret crush on him all these years.
Baby it's cold out.
Had a yummy Indian dinner out, and now I'm heading home. Going to roll myself up in my comforter like a buritto.
This is an elevated train, and we just passed a church with a big red neon cross on top of it.
Reminds me of that Duvall movie The Apostle. A preacher half kills his wife's boyfriend with a baseball bat, and beats it out of town.
He rebaptizes himself, and opens a new church in a little backwater burg. There's a big blue neon arrow up top of the church pointing the way to heaven.
Eventually the law catches up with him, but it's pretty interesting until they do.
When you go to Atlantic City all the buses pass a church sign that reads, "Do you know Jesus?"
Sometimes I wonder how well I know myself.
I believe that there are no accidents. Every person you meet, every event, it's all lessons to learn.
The ashram taught that the same situations would present themselves over and over until we we learned whatever it was that we needed to learn.
Kind of like that movie Ground Hog's Day, Bill Murray was doomed to repeat the same day over and over until he got it right.
In the last few years I got rid of a few of the brick walls I was banging my head against; I guess there are a few more to go. I'll be okay. So will you.
Hello from the #1 train.
This morning's errands were dropping off the laundry and going to the post office.
The laundry thing takes a second, but visiting my local post office, well usually that's a bit of a head trip.
This morning I must have had some good karma points because I was out of there in five minutes.
No three little old ladies, one of whom speaks a language no one can identify let alone translate, ahead of me in line.
No counter person putting up their closed sign just because.
Nope I practically tap danced out of there in no time.
Funny how such a small thing can make your morning glow.
If luck stays with me I won't be back there till April 15th.
Last night I watched a few more episodes of Desperate Housewives Season 3. Dixie Carter had a short run as a total witch of a mother-in-law.
And we have an ex-wife and ex-husband livng across the street from their former spouses. I'm simply loving it.
Cheerio
Imagine being on a rocking and rolling subway with a full bladder.
I'm trying to distract myself with blogging. What I would like to do is hit myself for chug-a-lugging a 16 ounce bottle of diet white tea with raspberry. I couldn't help it. The stuff is delicious, even though I realize that it was just a short term rental.
The conductor must sense that there's a woman in distress on board - the train just went express.
It's nearly midnight, but the car is packed with young people.
The girl next to me has obviously dyed jet black hair with nails to match.
A lot of the kids are running around with this Vampira thing going on.
I spoke to best gal pal she had a wonderful trip.
My stop - Thank God!
While I was eating my late lunch there was a shift change, and my new waiter turned out to be an actor.
Not a big surprise here in New York.
Usually when I go into a bar I ask the barperson: Actor, singer, dancer or writer? Often you'll find a combo.
We had a lovely chat - also not a surprise - I do some of my best chatting with actors.
The sky is an odd metallic color - it's going to be dark in minutes.
The stars and neon will be glowing soon.
A teen-age party just invaded the restaurant I'm in - I don't think I was ever that young.
Had a terrific walk across the park. Took a few pics.
I wrote in my paper journal.
And the waiter is just bringing my food.
Life's Good!
Totally cool Saturday night - heading home.
It's 11:30 and the train is jumping.
Heck, 11:30 is the shank of the evening in New York. A lot of people don't leave to party till 11pm or later.
I want to do Writers Island this weekend; I'll check the topic when I get home.
Haha blogging is my partying.
Also want to do some more work on my 100 Things. I did 18 before I left this evening.
I'm getting very psyched about NaBloPoMo, and the daily post I'll write for it.
I set a blog up for NaNoWriMo, and I am still trying to decide what to write about.
Novels that I love best come to mind.
Wifey by Judy Blume, Catcher in the Rye by Salinger & of course Lolita. Another really great book is The Collector by Fowles.
A total shy guy who collects butterflies wins a lottery prize. He buys a secluded country home, kidnaps a girl he's crazy about and locks her in a basement he has rigged out as a little apartment for her.
It was an awesome movie with Terrance Stamp & Samantha Edgr.
Oh cool people in costume jut got on the train.
I have a nun with lots of make-up in front of me.
She and her companion Jesus are chewing gum and laughing loudly.
Too my left a vampire and two ghouls chat quietly with a Warlock across the aisle.
Reminds me that I have to buy lots of candy for the trick or treaters.
