Happy Samhain

But the night is Hallowe'en, lady,
and the morn is Hallowday


I spent most of the weekend in bed sick, but it turned out not to have been worse than a bad cold. I had a fever, which is really what made me feel so sick, but nothing else worse than congestion and coughing. I'm back at work today, dressed up as a pirate (I'm one of the only people who dressed up, but ah well, I'm used to being the odd one). I'm leaving early to get started on my Samhain celebrations, but I'll be taking a break this afternoon to take Robin and Siobhán into the vet. Robin has a history of urinary tract problems, so I figure he's the best bet for the problems I've been having. And Siobhán is due for her yearly shots.

I also have to get some candy on the way home, since I might actually have trick-or-treaters this year. Otherwise all I have to worry about is staying awake long enough to reach midnight. Among other things I'm doing my Druid initiation ritual tonight.

Happy Samhain to you all.

Ow

Sciatica pain like woah today. Instead of my old pattern of relatively constant minor pain, I seem to have fallen into a pattern of wonderful pain-free days interspersed with owowowowowowowowowowOW shit FUCK! days. This is one of the latter.

Quote Identification

"There are nights when the wolves are silent, and only the moon howls."
-- George Carlin.

Does any one know when/where/in what context Carlin said this?

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For your reading pleasure, I will give you, every hour on the hour (approximately), a Hallowe'en themed poem. Here is the first offering of the night, enjoy!

( The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees )

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Hallowe'en poem #2.

For those not fluent in Scots dialect, I've included footnotes at the bottom. These are pretty much my own interpretation, so pickier Scots folk feel free to correct or elaborate.

( As I was walking all alane )

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Pumpkin pies are baked and cooling. Next comes the pumpkin carving itself.

Poem #3

And of course no Hallowe'en would be complete without this offering.

( Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary )

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Pumpkin carved, candle lit, jack-o-lantern out on the front porch.

4 more hours until midnight and I'm running out of things to do.

BTW

Not a single trick-or-treater. C'mon folks! I know there's kids in this complex. Where are they all?

Poem #4

( O I forbid you, maidens a', that wear gowd on your hair )

Poem #5

( Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness )