THIS WEEK IN REFLECTION
Woohoo! Hello. I’m so excited you’re reading this. Sometimes I think of you guys and I just smile. You ever meet those people who get mad the “the youth” are online all the time? I was thinking about this the other day. I would really have to increase my garage saleing to make more friends if the internet did not exist.
Things are definitely fall around here. The soybeans were harvested. Now I want my bean money!
Toadman (or one of Toadman’s cronies) appeared in the driveway. I had to chase this toad around for a picture, and apparently Nick was taking a picture of me chasing a toad around in the rain so I could take the toad’s picture. Married life, ammiright?
We finally bought little electric candles for all the pumpkins I collected over the summer.
And then on Thursday I was officially on fall break from school. The past few years we’ve planned a stay in a cabin in the woods on what is typically the campground’s last open weekend. We packed up the car, left a bunch of food and water for Kitty (and politely asked her not to puke on the carpet while we were gone), and left for corn country!
Isn’t the cabin so cute??? LIES. It was freezing outside, but fortunately there was a space heater inside the cabin. Cool. Cool. But the heat activated every little stink bug that was hiding in the ceiling beams for the winter. The warmer they were, the more they flew around and dive-bombed things. Or landed on things. Like the book I was reading, the inside of my slipper (which I later put on), or decided to nap in the box with the microwave popcorn. (*Insert Nightmare*). At one point, I took off my glasses for a moment and then went to pick them up to put them on again, and there was one sitting on my frames. Most were on the ceiling, so I spent hours getting them to put their lil feeties on a broom so I could set them outside and stomp them to death while Nick ducked and weaved and tried to stay the hell out of the way. Occasionally, he would bap one out of the air with the dust pan, but, hahahahah, then you have to search all your belongings to see where it landed.
We spent almost all of Friday inside the cabin while the wind went sweeping ‘cross the plain. The point is to do nothing, so this was fine. There’s no internet and almost no cell services. I read Clown in a Cornfield by Adam Cesare for the book club I lead, which was meeting that night. Although I’m not a YA reader, Cesare’s book was immersive and completely unexpected. I was scared and drawn in. As we drove into a nearby city to find internet for the online club, I just kept staring at the cornfields, wondering what it would be like to actually run through them (my corn-running knowledge is about 25 years old, but I do have memories of it).
The only place we could find that had WiFi and was open past 7PM (book club doesn’t even start until 8PM) was a 24-hour gas station with a little table where you can eat your donut (I think). So, I did book club in a gas station, eating my snackies and enjoying my fountain drink, making sure to lower my voice every time a customer entered as I was talking about this beheading or that person shot through the skull with an arrow. Before we left, the gas station attendant said, “That sounds like some book.”
Horror movie log
- October 13 — Carnival of Souls (1962). American. I enjoyed the lead actress’s facial expressions, there was a creepy predatory dude next door that freaked me out, I did not understand the literal carnival.
- October 14 — The Maniac (1934). American. Several strong actors and some genuine scary moments. Came out before the morality/ratings people existed.
- October 15 — Blood on Satan’s Claw (1971). British. Three stories loosely woven, but still creepier than I expected. Folk horror; I missed a couple of things Wikipedia clarified.
THIS WEEK’S BLOG POST
I’m surprised by this post, ya’ll. I can’t believe how many non-horror fans said something like, “Yeah, I could get into this.” I didn’t realized there was such a need and desire for friendship books, especially moms with friendships, that the peaceful folks of the internet would also accept a lil possession on the side. Hahahha, check out Suburban Hell by Maureen Kilmer — October is the best time for it!
NEXT WEEK’S BLOG POST
An old book that almost disappeared with time, Black Ambrosia by Elizabeth Engstrom was one of those wildly popular 70’s and 80’s horror novels that came out at such a rapid pace that most have gone out of print due to over-saturation and decline in interest. But she’s back, and she’s pretty scary — maybe too scary. Check out my review Wednesday.
BOOKS ADDED TO THE TBR PILE
Owned Books on TBR at Beginning of Year: 202
Owned Books on TBR Last Week: 196
Owned Books on TBR Today: 195