Day: October 30, 2019

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Tidying My Files O’ Miscellany

I’ve never had to look at a calendar to know when Halloween season is due to arrive. Nope. I just pay attention to Mom. When Helen Sr. is sharpening her broom, Halloween is nigh. She’ll tell you herself that she is every bit the witch she says Dad always told her she was. Mom certainly had him bewitched.

Here are a few photos left over from my month of October, in no particular order. 1. In celebration of National Candy Corn Day, Candy Cane Bow Tie On A Shelf o’ the Day took a wild ride on The Saddle Purse this afternoon. 2. I ate a taste-astic steak at MARTYRS STEAKHOUSE in Taos. 3. I did not buy either of the arty wood fish on this gallery wall in Taos, but I got oodles of compliments on the autumn-hued Bow Tie o’ the Day I was wearing. 4.,5. Fall colors and fall light blasted at me from the foliage behind our house when we got home from Taos.

Tonight, don’t eat the rest of the Halloween candy you haven’t already eaten. Tomorrow is the bigly day kids will be coming for it. Do not disappoint children and dentists.

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Got Art?

Hey, don’t forget today is National Candy Corn Day. Munch on, folks!

I found a hefty package sitting on my porch, and I knew it was the painting Suzanne bought for me when I found it in a gallery in Taos. I wanted to tear the package apart immediately, but I didn’t. Suzanne was at work, and I knew she’d want to be home when I opened my package. And then I realized that it would make Suzanne even happier if I let her open it for me. She likes to open gift. So I tied down my excitement for the rest of the day, but was often tempted to just open the damn thing myself. Of course, Suzanne worked late. I was dying a cruel death, as the painting lay inside its packaging mocking me from across the living room. Finally, I moved it into the closet with the hope Suzanne would be home oh, so very soon to open it up.

And then, when Suzanne finally got home, she tortured me further by opening my gift as slowly as possible. She enjoyed herself immensely. And Candy Corn Bow Tie On A Shelf o’ the Day supervised every minute of it.

I looked at hundreds of paintings in Taos, but this one entranced me. I wanted it to live with me until I die. There’s no explaining why a piece of art speaks so loudly to a soul. But if it does, it does. This one did. It is called “Blue House by the Golden Gate.” The pink and yellow remind me of spectacular Delta sunsets.

The artist, Pat Woodall, was working in his gallery where we found this. When he saw which painting I chose to own, he looked at me in whatever loud duds I was wearing, and then back at the painting, and said to me, “You’re not afraid of color.” Nope. Color does not frighten me one iota.