The Day After Christmas?

Last year I wrote a little post about the day after Christmas. I seriously cannot believe it’s that time again. I use the term year round to describe a huge let down after a very exciting event. As a kid we would ride bikes through the fairgrounds Sunday morning after the fair left to pick up returnable cans. It was a similar situation, the big nothing after a huge event. For a week that fair is the center of so many peoples world, until everyone packs up everything and leaves. Then the area is just trampled down grass with litter and ten cent cans laying around. The excitement is gone and the center of the world shifts to another location. The circus has come to town? I love that phrase too but that is an entirely different scenario.
I am not into the whole commercial aspect of the holiday but I respect it, it’s good for the economy. I always find myself using the space around the holidays as a time of reflection and marking where I was in the past. I won’t go as far as making a bunch of ridiculous resolutions. I do think it is worth a few moments to take an inventory of the significant happenings of the year just to look at them and think about it. It won’t hurt to consider what has been going on, or what I may need to change. Whether anything changes or not, I hope to live to see, but this year has been a whopper in an overall good way with some bumps here and there.
Life is the fair and the excitement is not gone, it just keeps moving from town to town.

What's so scary about Sesame Street?

I was thinking around Halloween about horror or disturbing stories. I wondered about scary situations I may take for granted that could be reinterpreted or were possibly misinterpreted from the start. I didn't have to go far. I was thinking about a neighborhood where some of the people are real but some of the people aren't. Nobody seems to be able to tell the difference no one cares. There is some good here, everyone gets along extremely well. I thought about a crabby old dude that literally lives in a trash can and no one ever thinks twice about it, it's just accepted. Even though he's seldom glad to have visitors, people continuously bother him. I think he amuses them. I thought about two dudes who live together but they seem to have almost nothing in common and they don't even realize they are total puppets for someone else's agenda. A monster? Every scary story needs a monster. In this case, he is big and blue and hairy and his main focus is eating cookies. I believe he may be involved in controlled substances known to increase appetite, but it's never addressed. To top things off, the neighborhood has a giant bird bigger than all the people who just shows up. Nothing is big enough for him and he couldn't fit through any doors but everyone thinks it's normal. I think I have the base for a very disturbing story, maybe even a series.