Spooky

The scariest part of the evening for me was feeling that I’d missed out on the opportunity to costume, so I was really glad when Zach enabled me to dress up as a peckerhead.

After that, riding straight up the hill was no problem, even though the electric bike offered no assistance.

Three bananas did not split from beginning to middle, but did, for the most part, inspire smiles from the start to the finish.

The thing about mushrooms is that languid feeling. I’m already asleep, but still mostly awake.

Kindness is not always received as such; with some regularity, what’s irregular is regular.

And then we got to where else could we?

Wanna talk scary?  Yep.

I very much appreciate how ideas are overcome by experience.

And, get this: a pouch makes possible whatever it makes possible.

More importantly, here we are, in the middle of the middle, and everyone is everyone at the same time.

What is a ghost other than the lived experience of someone who’s no longer with us?  What’s weird is that they’re there whether you imagine they are or not.

I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else in the world, from almost the start.  Remember how windy it was?

Sometime, the less you care about things, the more likely they are to turn out okay.  For example, here’s an idea, while, at the same time, everything you could want is already there.  (Except Halloween costumes, given that, apparently, from the standpoint of Capitalsm, it’s already Christmaas.)

And even more: you are surprised by the surprising.  You are compelled by the compelling. You carry on out of love and/or habit or both.

Most, if it not all of us, will notice that this is not all of that.  And, in doing so, will.

Words are just one more instance of the instantaneous experience of the instantaneous.  Notice how you’re still riding a bike all the time you’re still riding a bike.