HALLOWEEN IN OUR NEIGHBORHOOD

 

Here are some of the nice folks I met 

as I walked around the block.

Your regular neighborhood Zombies

out for a stroll

 On Lipeepee Road I found a clean white leather glove.

I picked it up and stuck it in my bag, thinking "Score!"

Shortly after I turned on Ena Road 

and saw this Gone-With-The-Wind couple.  

He was searching his pockets.

Oh, of course.

"If you're looking for a glove, I have it." I said 

and pulled it out of my bag.

"Thank you, my lady." he bowed.

His lady had sewn both their costumes.

Bob Marley lives and he's walking on Ala Moana Boulevard!

 I'm missing something here. 

What is that supposed to be,

the foil thing Superman is holding up?

Is he giving the finger alien style?

 Ninja sneaked up on me, 

but I caught him just in time.

Another mother who has lost her head.

HALLOWEEN AT QUEEN'S HOSPITAL

Nursing staff having some Halloween fun

Phil went in for some surgery on Halloween and was welcomed by some strange characters.  It made everything so much lighter.  The surgery went well and Phil is recovering at home.

 Nurse Marie in her original Aiea High School cheerleader's outfit.

After two boys, with her oldest one a teenager already, 

it's amazing she still fits in it.

Scary clown in the elevator.  Those teeth!!!

Talking about teeth, I got some teeth models from my dentist.

I promptly used one in my Day of the Dead altar (right bottom corner).

And below is a photo of my finished altar, 

dedicated to my own Day of the Dead.

It's titled, "My Six-Word Obit."

My obituary written inside says:

"She thought she was really something."

 

Someone quoted Eckhardt Tolle saying something like, "In times of trouble, act like you're already dead."  Since I didn't listen to that particular CD, I don't know what the context was or even Tolle's exact words.  But my own take on it is to not get caught up in the ego's dramas. 

And here is another quote: "The universe is a harmonic field; all turbulence is local."  (Sorry, I can't remember the name of the wonderful musician who said that.)  Again, my own take on it is that any disharmony is part of the whole, just like discordant notes are needed to form complex chords, and discordant phrases are necessary to deepen the composition.  

I've had a lot of practice lately in discord as I'm reliving an age old pattern of the victim/perpetrator drama.  It's exhausting and I really wish to be done with it.  I would be better off remembering to take myself lightly, better still, consider myself a nobody going nowhere, and act as if I'm already dead.

Miss Sally Skeleton who lives in our Open Studio room at Linakona