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Thursday, September 24, 2020

FALLING INTO SEPTEMBER....September 24th

 

As I think of it being fall I realize each month has one or two holidays I celebrate.  Halloween approaches in October; followed by Veteran’s Day and Thanksgiving; then December it’s St.Nicholas Day, first day of winter, Christmas and New Year’s Eve.  This year can’t end soon enough. 
I mentioned I’d give personal stories about Halloween.  Here’s one about when I worked.  One of the supervisors were having a party at her house.  My husband and I attended.  I just threw on an orange sweatshirt and black leggings and Halloween socks.  My husband had on costume that made him look like a priest.  Well one of the attendees had a bit to drink; now mind you the guy wasn’t drunk but feeling pretty good. He asked my husband who he was.  My husband answered “I’m Father Murphy”.  Before he could get a chance to walk away after answering this guy, the guy, which I’ll just call Sam (but not  his real identity) pulls my husband along to sit in a chair next to him.  Sam then begins to tell my husband his confession. My husband tried constantly to interrupt Sam but Sam keep on talking.  It had to be a good twenty minutes when someone asked where my husband was.  I said I think he’s in with a group watching a college football game.  I find out he’s actually off in yet another room talking with Sam.  Finally my husband reappears.  He tells me Sam actually mistook him for a priest and began to give him a confession.  I asked my husband what did you say in return.  The reply from my husband was; “I told him as this was a party I couldn’t listen to confession as I’ve been drinking so he should say two Hail Marys and an Our Father anyhow; and go to confession ASAP in the next week.  I told him it’s not proper for a priest to hear confessions when the priest has been drinking.”  Evidently Sam did believe my husband about priests listen to confession while consuming drinks. If this is true it not, I’m Catholic and not sure. But it was a good excuse for my husband to tell this guy.  Of course for the rest of the evening he kept calling my husband Father.  Sam never caught on who my husband actually was.  About a month later my husband and I ran into Sam at the bar where everyone gathered Friday evenings. He asked my husband if they ever met as he looked familiar.  My husband told him no but you may have met my brother who was at the Halloween party, he is a priest. 
My husband has had some really funny costumes thrown together over the years.  This was just one of them. 
Today I’m unplugging from news.  Enough said. 
My acrostics FALL and AUTUMN focus around this time of year. 
I hope everyone has a good day. 
Until next time....as always Stay Safe. 

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   September 24th....DAILY REFLECTIONS 

I’m thinking of going to unplug from the news today....tired of politics and 
COVID-19....accidents on the highway....plan to do this once a week

I think I’ll even skip over the same stuff on Facebook....not like or comment on some stuff today....just scroll on by some posts

Hopefully traffic will be better today....last few days it was terrible....maybe more people are venturing out again....who knows 
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                   WINTER HAPPENS 
                  © Scottie-ann Murphy

First the days become shorter 

And then the nights become longer

Little reminder that winter approaches

Like it or not it’s going to happen
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            UPCOMING HOLIDAYS 
              © Scottie-ann Murphy

As October is on the horizon it’s time to 
      plan for the holidays 

Upcoming months will have at least one, 
     with Halloween being the first

Then we prepare for Veteran’s Day and 
        a Thanksgiving feast 

Unraveling the Christmas tree lights and 
       decorating the home begins 

Making cookies and shopping for gifts keep 
        us busy in December 

New Year’s Eve we will cheer as 2020 can’t 
       come fast enough 
       



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