Procreation

Enlightenment is what I need.

In past years doing a haunted house I’ve always noticed that the November post-season is always a bit of a bummer. I try - and no ladies I am not pretending I know what it is like to give birth - to liken it to giving birth. From my own modest observations I have seen that women tend to swear off ever getting pregnant again in the months preceding and especially right after the actual birth of the child. Who could blame them. The constant running to the bathroom, the physical discomfort and eventual pain that I can’t imagine that is tied to passing something the size of a bowling ball out of an orifice that under normal conditions wouldn’t do such a thing. However, usual after a few months the memory of the pain and discomfort are lost in the background of memory and the maternal desires to procreate return. There is, I must note, a time when a woman will have her last child. Rarely these days with the widespread use of contraceptives does this time come when she can no longer biologically have children, but instead comes from a conscious choice - either due to financial or physical toll. Haunting has always been that way for me.

November comes and I swear that I’ll never do that again. The winter holidays loom large and so do the added financial costs that are inevitably there - yes buying presents - and fixing up the house for the visitors to our house. It’s at these times that I’d really love to have the money spent on our “Free” haunt in the bank instead of lying around in props and decor in my other house. But as November wanes I find my thoughts sneaking back to prop making and haunt themes - at least in the past they have.

This year, though seems different. With the added strain of having to deal with inspectors this year and the looming hoops I’ll have to jump through for 2007 - if we can manage them at all - I wonder if perhaps the Nottingham family has had its last haunted child. The procreation of the various haunts may have reached their inevitable end as it were. As Thanksgiving is upon us I find myself not thinking of new props, but rather of dumpsters and yardsales to dispose of it all. I also wonder what it would be like to complete projects that involve drywall, paint, and new flooring for my real house with the money saved on the haunt. Things to ponder and resolve soon so I can plan a vacation that might involve sunny skies and alcoholic drinks in a lounge chair instead of cleaning house and cooking food for the army of monsters that stay with me in October. Hmmmm, I wonder.