Halloween allows us to juxtapose darkness with lightheartedness. It’s a chance to poke fun at some of our greatest fears, to turn them into absurdity and something less threatening. It’s a way to cope.
It’s also the ultimate kids’ holiday – in some ways it’s better than Christmas because it combines sweet tooth indulgence and creativity, without limits. The only adults who may object to the sugar overload are dentists because the parents I know are surreptiously raiding their kids’ haul.
The seemingly endless slog of recovery post knee replacement surgery is wearing on me. So is the seemingly everlasting pain, punctuated by occasion nerve zaps as the severed nerves reconnect.
I should have bought stock in Tylenol.
Truth be told, I wasn’t a fan of how Oxy made my brain feel though I’m certain I couldn’t have born the immediate post-surgery pain. Forcing myself to do the home exercises assigned by the physical therapist to return my knee’s range of motion is making me crave candy. Well, Yasso yogurt bars, my current reward of choice. https://www.yasso.com/collections/greek-yogurt-bars.html?gclsrc=aw.ds&gad_source=1&gad_campaignid=21261947710&gbraid=0AAAAADMhVjBF578fq5yN1kFhtt9Jqh_B-&gclid=CjwKCAjw3tzHBhBREiwAlMJoUkof10WS-2kiUYc2Of_HxuUfJOTOXwc8rTdJg0tpUc6wzB4Cvy7UuRoCEGEQAvD_BwE
To not add pounds to my frame, to worsen the stress on my knees, I need to switch course. I need to infuse more creativity in my life, a boost that is calorie-free.
I decided that the “Double,Double,Toil,and Trouble” lines, written by Shakespeare, needed a California twist – so I wrote a bit, to override pain with creativity, one of my gifts. (the picture prompt is irressitable, don’t you agree?)
The witching hour had been declared and the site of the enclave had been set. The coven members flew from all corners of Orange County, CA to bolster their spirits, to take on the other Halloween creatures, including the goblins, ghosts, ghouls, and bats. The leadership had noticed that their presence among the most notable costumes had fallen, overwhelmed by the plethora of Disney princesses and cartoon character expansion.
Now, unbeknownst to most in the world, witches have significant sweet toothes. Eating voluable amounts of candy fueled their spooky spirits. How best to boost their shares of the spoils of Halloween? It was “Double, Double, Toil, and Trouble,” indeed.
The witch coven believed they couldn’t fail. They were wily, and competitive, perhaps spurred by their ugliness. They brewed and cooked and drank. They buzzed through the night skies on their spiffy self-flying brooms, Google-searching for creative ideas.
Sadly, their efforts sank; their witchcraft was for naught. Orange County was Disney-ruled and the sunny good looks of beach tans overrode the scraggly, bedraggled looks of coven citizens. And, none could afford Botox or plastic surgery.
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