Here, in Heartwood and Cornwall, and indeed all of Canada, this calm Catholic All saints day is celebrated with an endless bloody fear fest that is truly frightening. There is a ghostly lady, walking rhtythmically, in short steps throughout the halls, intoning a kind of mantra and looking for an elevator, pressing the code button, never getting the right numbers, and trying to get out. She goes from one elevator to another mumbling continuously.
Someone else likes to pilfer through my toilet articles, sometimes taking and or dropping a bottle. I will not see the person for a few days after. She is boh present and totally absent. So, in several aspects, Mickael Meyers is on the premises, especially at Halloween.
Last night, I went to bed late . There came two wiches, dressed as psw personal service workers. Have a happy Halloween, one said,(her tail seductively twitching) and I replied that I do not celerbrate this day of days. It has been disturbubgly unsettling, especially being in this long term care center. Now, it is November 1st . And perfectly coordinated with the changing of the time. Of course, everyone forgot and the morning was endless.
Nobodyhad had their coffee and seemed very kind, though uncoordinated.
Even when a younger person, I had no care for this holiday, which has been turned into a festival of blood and gore.
We turned our lights out and kept no light in the window for these poor kids, dragging their parents from door to door.
And now, thanks to walmart and the other department stores, it has become a huge moneymaker, leading up to, but not separated from Christmas, celebrated with long lines of inflatable toys, and snowmen.
The personal service workers, incredibly kind, and you know who you are, wlike to talked about, and are richly deserving of praise and gratitude/ But, dont mention my name.
That would be uncanadian, or unforgivable.
Read my lips. Read my blog.
I love you.
sherman , Heartwood