Today has a bit of a burden being Friday the 13th. Though I don’t think of myself as superstitious, the day does give me pause so I’ll not walk under a ladder or open an umbrella in the house. I’ll have to keep an eye on Jack, my black cat.

Yesterday I did my to do. I was exhausted. I brought up the two Storm Door windows by moving them corner to corner and one stair at a time. I then cleaned the glasses and hoisted the windows onto the doors. Those glass sections were so heavy I was surprised I didn’t break one of them or parts of me. Next, I dragged out boxes of fall and halloween decorations. They were under other boxes which had to be moved first. I then brought the boxes upstairs and decorated parts of three rooms. I still have two more boxes to rummage through as I’m missing my monsters, my crows and my rats.

I have some new cardboard decorations. They remind me of the cardboard figures we had when I was a kid. We used to tape them to the picture window in the living room. One new figure, a Skeleton, is exactly like the one we used to have. Its arms and legs can be moved. The other is a witch whose arms around her broom can be moved. I also have a pumpkin and a black cat. I have a heavy cardboard pumpkin bowl with short sides. I put that on the table in the living room. Later, I heard something landing on the floor in the dining room. I investigated. It was that bowl. Ghosts?

Hung on my front storm door is a skeleton dressed in a nun’s habit. It always reminds me of my aunt the nun. I even call the skeleton Aunt Helen. I swear the habit looks exactly as hers did when she wore one except there is no rosary around the skeleton’s waist. It would bang against the glass.

I love the old black and white horror moves. I have a collection of all the greats: Frankenstein, Dracula, The Wolfman, The Invisible Man and the Mummy. They get me into the spirit.

Today is shot day, three of them.