Friday the 13th

Today could be my lucky day...

I'm not superstitious, but I do have a dark side that I like to indulge on occasion...

But first, yesterday night, Jethro and I drove for almost two hours to watch somebody special wear a silly little hat and a long black robe. I remember when was born...she's a high school graduate now with a job and a fledgeling college education and a list of good places to go dancing.

We drove through a little snow storm to get there. Here's my friend Large Man's lawn mower.
Yes, we often get snow before Halloween but not quite like that...It clung to the trees and it didn't melt when it hit the ground. This is fall in Ontario...I was wearing short sleeves on the weekend. It's melted already at my place. It's cold and grey.

But that's somewhat fitting: today is The Day!

What's going to happen? Will the Baudelaire kids find their way out of the entanglement of mystery that surrounds them? Will Violet be reunited with Quigley Quagmire? Who is the father of Kit Snicket's baby? What the heck is in that sugar bowl??? Will Count Olaf finally trim his disgusting dirty fingernails?

Despite my excitement, I feel sadness...because this is THE END. On the upside I can always start at the Bad Beginning and start all over again!

In honour of Friday the 13th, here is a little tribute to my favourite hopeful pessimist, the guy with the magic eye, the beautifully twisted visionary Tim Burton.

And as you know, Tim and I share a list of favourite actors.


I love his world.

Only another week to go until the re-release of The Nightmare Before Christmas. (I hope we get paid before then!)

Well I'm spent. That was a lot of work. Have a wonderful lovely Friday the 13th. I'm going to go hug my black cat now!