So this past weekend’s Trick-or-Treat Blog Hop was fun. I ran the numbers today and it looks like 104 new visitors to my blog. I received wonderful comments on and off the blog and aside from getting new subscribers here, I had more than a dozen people enter my contest. I’ll pick a winner later today using the ol’ pull a name out of a hat trick.
Author Drea Becraft, the mastermind behind the hop, sent an email round yesterday asking if anyone was interested in doing it again for the holidays. I told her I’d take part. I’ll be better prepared too. There’s just something like a visit to the dermatologist and cryotherapy on pre-cancerous spots that throw one’s week completely off kilter. I live with the redhead’s curse of fair skin. One too many sunburns in my life did some accumulative damage and started some serious changes here and there and necessitated my seeing a specialist.
With the freeze-burned skin across my nose, I look like I’ve been brawling. Not a pleasant thing. Covering it with makeup was like looking at special effects latex. I gave up and went uncovered to the two social functions I had this Friday and Saturday past. Today I went to stand before my county board to get an official proclamation for all my years of work for the county. (I officially retired in October) It’s an honor, but I’m not looking my best. They took pictures too. Ugh. I can’t wait to see myself in the newspaper. 😦
I’m one of those “I am what I am” women, though I’m able to “clean up nice” when I want to. 🙂 People often tell me I don’t look my age. I’ve had strangers flip out when my half-grown kids called me mom. One woman wanted to know what game my daughter and I were playing! Creepy. I got carded all through my 20’s, 30’s, and 40’s. It was far more irritating when I was younger and grocery shopping with my little kids. It was flattering after I turned 35! The last time someone asked me for my ID was when I turned 50 and was buying wine and beer for company I was having over that evening. I like to think she was checking my age to see if I was old enough to buy alcohol rather than checking to see if my address was the same as the cemetery. 😀
The fact my freeze-burned skin is bothering me is definitely something to think about. I’ve never considered myself overly concerned with outward appearances. I emerged from the gene pool looking just enough like my grandmother to be happy. Grandma was the most beautiful spirit inside and out. If I manage to pull off a 10th of what she was (in looks and sweetness), then I’d be happy. Grandma was on my mind today because I set out my altar last night. This dear old soul passed away nearly 40 years ago and watches over my family from wherever it is the energy of her soul resides. Today and tomorrow we celebrate Día de los Muertos – Day of the Dead — a perfect time to remember my Grandma and all of our loved ones, remember and honor them with joy rather than sadness.
In cultures all around the world, it is believed that this is the time of year when the veil between the world of the living and the world of the departed lifts. Or, as these worlds are thought to sit side by side, the walls separating them become permeable. We set up our altar each year and on it set pictures of dear significant people no longer in our lives — mothers, fathers, sisters, grandparents, great-grandparents, aunts, uncles, nephew, friends, and beloved pets are set out and remembered – with joy. It’s said the souls of our loved ones come to visit during this time. So some altars are set for a party, the menu — the beloved’s favorite food and drink.
We’re fortunate to have this terrific fair trade store with goods from all over the world. They sell the classic Mexican and South American necessities for a proper Día de los Muertos altar. We try to add to our festive collection each year and have collected many tiny skeletons, including a full mariachi band similar to this one.
You can buy your own here: http://www.mexicoetc.com/leather.html