Well, I finally decided on a Halloween costume. I'm being extremely original this year. I'm going to be... a witch! Okay, maybe not so original, but I've never actually been a basic warts-and-broomsticks type witch, and it'll be fun, in a reclaiming my childhood type way. It was either that, or a pretty, pretty, princess, and princess dresses don't come cheap. Not to mention the tiaras.
My decorating this year is rather minimal. I have my trusty glow-in-the-dark skeletons hanging in the entanceway, and a life-size hand, with glow-in-the-dark nails and veins, holding a candle by my front door. Lovely. I also have a little placque, showing a woman in a duster, cowboy hat and boots, and a black mask, standing next to a Harley. I'm not really sure if that's Halloweeny or not; but how could you pass that up in a Goodwill? It would take a stronger woman than me to not plunk down the exorbitant fee of 50 cents. Did I mention she is slipping on black gloves, with one leg cocked and peeking out from the duster?
After today's shift, I have three days off in a row. I know I should buckle down and do some cleaning and writing and house stuff, but Glacier is just calling me! The weather has been glorious, and I just heard from someone that the Going-to-the-sun road, or whatever they call it, has been re-opened. Mmm. Maybe just a quick trip. I think I'll go throw my futon in the truck now. Gotta live up to the blog name, after all. So I'll ramble my way north for a few days.
I'm conveniently forgetting that momma and me did that for a week. She saw more countryside than I have since I've been here! I think I overloaded her a bit; on the way home from our last jaunt up to Kalispell, she had to shut her eyes through some fabulous mountains. "There's too much to look at!" she mumbled. "I can't keep it straight!"
Still, traveling with a companion is more of a jaunt. A trip. It's not pure rambling. So away I go.