October is half over, and we find ourselves in what one might call the Pumpkin Days. The Pumpkin Days are a sub-season of autumn, consisting of the last two months of the meteorological season, October and November, during which our lives are defined by the presence of pumpkins—first the decorations for Halloween, and then the pies of Thanksgiving.
Halloween is approaching, and as always I am itching for something cool to happen. And, as always, nothing cool will happen. I'm not even sure what kind of coolness I want, but recently I have been leaning toward dancing zombies, along the lines of the "Thriller" video (but without Michael Jackson, because some things are just too scary).
And speaking of things meant to frighten us, as a resident of Virginia, I am spending the month suffering through television ads for the state's gubernatorial race. The rest of the country is enjoying a break from electioneering right now, but for some reason Virginia elects its governor in off years. Whenever one of these ads comes on, I silently yell "No!" in the manner of movie cop trying to push his partner out of the way of a bullet, and reach for the remote control.
I have some minor new endeavors in the works, which I hope to get completed in the next few weeks. Maybe they will come to nothing, as often happens, but maybe they won't.
And soon the Pumpkin Days will be over, and the orange of pumpkins and leaves will be gone, and nothing cool will have happened for Halloween, and I'll be wondering how I missed out on walking around in the beautiful fall weather, but that's the way that life goes.