It has been a long absence from the Butternut Tree for me. I hope you have missed seeing new posts. I have certainly missed posting.
I will go into the whys and wherefores of the absence in a later post. In short, however, life intervened.
Thirty-one Days of Halloween
We have a visitor in our home for the Halloween season. Who knew there even was a Halloween season? When I was a trick-or-treater there were two nights: trick-or-treat night and the night of the school Halloween festival. But now, today, there is a whole season. This makes me tired for several reasons and fatter for even more reasons – all that candy!
Anyway, back to my story.
Last year we had a brief visit from a friend of a friend during October. Blissfully brief, I must say. Dr. Bones came to stay for a few days right before Halloween. He was quite a character and somewhat mischievous.
The first morning I met Dr. Bones he was lounging around in MY robe and slippers drinking coffee from MY cup.
. . . and he stayed there ALL day!
I finally told him that he needed to get dressed. NOT in MY clothes. I also suggested that he find something to do with his time if he was going to be hanging around the house. I had in mind some dusting and vacuuming.
Bones had something else in mind.
The Beer and Bones Salon!
Bones and his friends had quite an intellectual discussion about skeletal life, or so he said. This deep topic apparently required a lot of beer . . . and beer bottles strewn about my living room.
I informed Bones that there would be no more such behavior in my house. I strongly suggested other activities such as dusting or doing laundry.
The next day I found this in my living room –
Bones once again invited a group of friends over. This time for the Tea and Tibia Book Club meeting. Tea stains everywhere, but no alcohol in sight. It was an improvement – slightly.
He rattled around our house one more night before we returned him to his friend’s home.
I can’t tell you how disconcerting it is to wake up in the morning to a skeleton sitting in your living room.
This is not the end of the story.
It gets worse. Bones is back!
To be continued . . .