
D: No, but it is ‘National Talk in an Elevator Day’ . . . and look at this, A – tomorrow is ‘Barbie-in-a-blender Day.’
A: Which is somehow more terrifying than anything Halloween could throw at me, I think. Do you even know what an elevator – or a Barbie – is?
D: A. I’m 1300 years old. I am perhaps old-fashioned, but I am not dead.
A: (Not exactly living, either).
D: (I heard that.)
A: (Bully for you.)
D: (Why are we speaking parenthetically, then?)
A: (Not sure.) Well, that was fun. Now, back to Halloween–
D: Wasn’t it just a few weeks ago that you were running recklessly into the sun and burning yourself because you were so happy it was warm and summer for a few blissful seconds?
A: Months, and your point?
D: Have you ever considered savoring your now?
A: Oh, here we go. I know I said not to mope, and that I had to approach our snark-fest differently because I maybe (shudder) like you now, but seriously?
D: I’m confused. Does that mean you think I’m wrong?
A: Didn’t say that. I’m just debating the need for you to point it out in the first place.

D: But that means I’m right, yes?
A: Shut up.
D: Oh, you argue so eloquently, woman.
A: Cheers, D. I’m just going to go over here and maybe dictate my Halloween party plans aloud in the elevator. Go tell your tale.
The Druid Tells the Tale
I tell a mean tale, so does A. But no one has given us the shivers quite like Helena, I mean, Jessica B. Bell. Deliciously horrifying to the very end, The Best Medicine is worthy of you attention, your rapt horror and most importantly, a click of that link. Go. Do it. Now.
A: Anyone else notice D is a little bossier than usual? Yikes.
D: Anyone else notice A would prefer to rescind all responsibility for the monster she thinks I have become?
Andra has been keeping us entertained with her Orgy of Creative Consumption (Gee D, I think you like these racier posts. Get your mind out of the gutter, A. Never.), describing with her wonderful prose, what it takes to refill the creative tank. I’m fairly certain A either has too much creativity or not enough. I still haven’t determined the answer.
A: Thanks, D.
D: Anytime, A.
A invites the Audience’s participation
Um… anyone else wish it was fall, now? Am I wrong to want crisp apple cider and bonfires?
Oh, Katie. You are so intelligent and funny. I must admit this is my first time to encounter a blog in dialogue format and it is so entertaining and lively. Might as well try this on one post or two.
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Thank you!
They’re fun to write, too! Good luck!
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I loved Fall in upstate New York where I grew up. No place I’ve lived since comes close to it. The leaf color is spectacular; the air that perfect chilly tension where it’s cool enough to wear flannel shirts but not so cold to need a down jacket; homemade cider from the mill; pumpkin pie; smells of nutmeg, apples and cinnamon. I’m homesick.
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You made me homesick and I’ve never been to upstate New York!
I love that description, Marie – very evocative.
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Thanks! Fall was always my favorite season in NY and those memories still linger long after the others have faded away.
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Thank you, darling! I do hope that people give it a chance. I think it’d be a good tale to read at bedtime, by candlelight…. not something to try to read casually at work or something.
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Oh yes, that would definitely give it the ambiance it deserves (although it was pretty awesome when I read it at work, too 🙂 ). I mean it, Helena – that gave me the creeps – that grin is etched in my mind.
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Thanks for the shout out, D. I mean, Katie.
I am going to be in cooler temps for the coming week, and I am grateful for the respite. Still, my cycles would get off if I did not sweat through my clothes at least three months of the year……
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You are welcome!
I’d die down there. I had visions once of moving south (and they recur around February) but I don’t know if I have the chops to take all the sweat!
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I wish we had a spring. It feels like it went from bone-chilling cold to face-sweating hot over the course of a few days. Though, I wouldn’t mind pumpkin pie and Halloween candy.
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It was the same, here.- I like late spring and fall the best, with maybe a month of winter and a month of summer for variety.
And you’re right, the food of fall cannot be beat (although I love late summer tomatoes and corn!)
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Winter and summer have the better drinks. Lemonade and hot chocolate. Not together though.
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Hot Chocolate – that is my constant Facebook status all winter long. And, we have a starbucks hot cocoa dispenser at work… very dangerous. Very very dangerous!
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That’s just asking for trouble.
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