Well, today was Howloween. It was a Halloween festival for dogs. I was really looking forward to it and most of the time I’d been really excited to go. However, this isn’t most of the time. In the past, after we’d get setup at events, but before we’d get busy I’d call Mom to wish her a happy Saturday. She’d ask where I was. I’d ask about her day. I found myself reaching for my phone again this morning. I hate that. That’s when I feel it the most. (Just one of the little things I won’t be able to do anymore). Most of my brain has accepted that she’s gone. Why won’t the rest of it? Anyway, tomorrow morning is her memorial service. Maybe after that, it will finally sink in. It needs to sink in. I’m running around looking zombiesque. I mean it’s OK today of course, but I’ve had this look since Wed. I feel like Dracula and I have had an intimate relationship, like I’m a couple of pints low. I guess it’s just depression. I wonder how bad I’d feel if I wasn’t on meds already?
Enough of that for now. On to Howloween. It really looked overall like a fun event. Although I didn’t go see all the parts of it, the parts I did see were great fun. The frisbee dogs were near the front. All the vendors were a distance away in the middle, and the fly-ball teams were far to our right. I did leave our booth to see the dog costume parade. There was a family who had their daughters dressed up like the Chick-fil-A cows, their dog like a chicken. There were a number of canine fairies, ladybugs and butterflies. I think the most popular dog costume was a ballerina. Elvis was my favorite. His mom had made him a big white cape with studs and jewels. He also had a pair of Doggles on. He was cool. He was a big black lab mix and handled all the attention with appropiate amount of detachment. When I leaned over to talk to him, his dad said “Thank you. Thank you very much”, in an “Elvisy” voice.
There was another unique costume. It had nothing to do with a dog, other than the person in the photo had a dog with him. Anyway, it made everyone look twice, some more than twice. I’d seen it done in movies, but never in person. Everyone may have seen it before. However, as you know, I don’t get out much, so here it is.
Tomorrow morning is the service for Mom. I’m really hoping that I’ll start feeling more normal after it’s over. Wish me luck. One way or another I’ve got to really start pulling myself up. I’ve been soooo tired the last few days and my mind feels like it’s made of Swiss cheese with my thoughts floating in and out of the holes. Today’s trivia answer-the Brachiosaurus
