Arrrrrggggghhhhhhh! I stopped by Walmart today to pick up a few groceries and get my pumpkin (aka: Jack-o-Lantern). There were none. Zero. Zilch. Nada. None. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I talked with the produce manager – nope, none because they got too ripe (the reason I wait until the day before HALLOWEEN to get mine who wants a rotting pumpkin), oh, so sorry.
Fine. I’ll go over to HEB. NOT. ONE. SINGLE. PUMPKIN! Spoke with the produce manager – they shorted us this weekend.
OK, I’ll just go to the local Pumpkin Patch Farm. They are closed, open only on weekends. Today is not a weekend day, not even close. Arrrrrgggghhhhh!
Well Hells Bells and Little Fishes, heavy sigh, these will have to do.
So, since I can’t regale you with my Jack-o-Lantern carving talents, here’s a little story to get you through the night.
I hate it when my brother Charlie has to go away. My parents constantly try to explain to me how sick he is. That I am lucky for having a brain where all the chemicals flow properly to their destinations like undammed rivers.
When I complain about how bored I am without a little brother to play with, they try to make me feel bad by pointing out that his boredom likely far surpasses mine, considering he is confined to a dark room in an institution. I always beg for them to give him one last chance.
Of course, they did at first. Charlie has been back home several times, each shorter in duration than the last. Every time without fail, it all starts again. The neighborhood cats with gouged out eyes showing up in his toy chest, my dad's razors found dropped on the baby slide in the park across the street, mom's vitamins replaced by bits of dishwasher tablets.
My parents are hesitant now, using "last chance" sparingly. They say his disorder makes him charming, makes it easy for him to fake normalcy, and to trick the doctors who care for him into thinking he is ready for rehabilitation. That I will just have to put up with my boredom if it means staying safe from him.
I hate it when Charlie has to go away. It makes me have to pretend to be good until he is back.