escape

October is quickly becoming another of my least favorite months, next to February that is. At least February is short unlike October's 31 days. The only saving grace of October is Halloween. Halloween with all its parties, costumes, scary movies, and of course trick or treating. Engulfed in all this escapism and revelry certainly takes my mind off the endless worries. My husband's career situation is enough to put me in the loony bin and with these frostier temperatures I am unable to jump on my board on a whim and let the lake take away my troubles. Oh sure I could head into the icy waters now, but the lake is a moody bitch and sometimes I just don't feel so brave staring into the churning wavy water. I'll leave that for the surfers. For now I have to find my escape elsewhere. As stated, Halloween is wonderful for all things that go bump in the night and I do love a classic scary movie. Give me Mike Myers or Damien any day. Jamie Lee Curtis turning around to find the creepy grown up kid in the hedges or the weird nanny jumping from the gables all for Damien give me a scary thrill. I have also reawakened my undying love for Stephen King plowing through three books in three weeks just to busy my troubled mind. I couldn't help but compare our government furlough situation to life Under the Dome and it's always nice to revisit the Overlook Hotel no matter what ghosties were left behind. Joyland is definitely a new favorite so enamored with the south am I. Who wouldn't love an old amusement park on the beach with a little murder thrown in? Escaping into costume and another persona was also fun for a night. My husband's sexy seventies Sonny Bono mustache had me catching my breath every time he looked my way. The handlebar toughness a surprising contrast to his more mild-mannered ways. Dressing our son as a policeman reminiscent of Reno 911 was also a welcome diversion. Watching him stay in serious character at his school festival had us holding our sides laughing, he is just so quirky. Halloween with the tiny cop and Grammy Diva should definitely be entertaining. It can't be Halloween every day so exercise is also another go-to for clearing my head. I have spent countless hours walking, running, swimming and now I've rediscovered the lovely benefits of spinning. Pounding out "hills" on a stationary bike while bass thumping music blasts into my head, sweat dripping, is quite the rush. This may just become my new obsession until warmer weather is bestowed. With all these lovely distractions, you may wonder how I find time to even worry, well let's just say I'm very familiar with three a.m. Three a.m. and I are going to be very good friends until my husband starts back to work and the holidays arrive with the hustle and bustle of Christmas profits. Until then I will open my new book, pour a margarita, and register for tomorrow night's spin class. Good evening world.