hallow

Humph, so, the day-of-sun was very very wet. Had supper with papa at the farm, drove home in an irritated mood, not due to pops, just due to circumstances that I hadn't wanted to deal with.

As of late I have been so successful with constantly unwrapping the gift of the present. I had to clean up a little mess from the past, a mess I had tried to handle, but was forced to reckon with in a manner that was not likely for me. But, that is settled, back to the present, or the near future..

Hallows eve is creeping in, the last as a student in Eugene I hope! 

It may seem strange, but lately I have come to the thought that maybe the choice in costume can define you in some subdued way, like it is a silent shout from the inner you at this point in your life, in the year, or in the week. The opportunity to wear a mask, to tell the 'you in reality' to go away for the night.