TARDoor Returns!

When we first moved into our (my?) current home, pretty much the first thing my husband noticed was our door that was almost the same colour and shape as the TARDIS.

He asked a few times if he could put up a TARDIS sign. We did not have time the first Halloween, we were still moving in.
The second one, we were both in the hospital; I pretty much lived there for the couple weeks Wash was in there.
The third, he started to get back to the TARDoor idea again.

So, we started to turn our door/home into a TARDIS on Halloween. Traditions begin! [Occasionally on Christmas or Boxing Day as well]

He was SO PROUD of how it came out. He spent about 2 hours on the windows alone. Wanted to make sure they were "perfect". The architect in him.

This year, I was planning to just hide out with a good scary movie. We do not get too many kids on our street, and there are none living in the complex currently.

However, as I got on with my day, I started to feel like something more than just Wash was missing.

I did not spend as much time as he did on perfecting the location of everything, but I did my best.
Tonight, I will watch "Blink" and the other Weeping Angels episodes while I paint and wait for any kids to come by. It's also a good night for "Zombieland" and "Hot Fuzz". It's Tim Dalton!
I am still feeling pretty down, between some miscommunications with family members, some well meaning people trying to give me perspective but in a real badly phrased way, and just missing the fuck out of Wash. He loved Halloween. I might post pics of his old costumes tomorrow.
I hate money issues.
I hate having no credit. I hated to have to find money to pay upfront and in full for his cremation and death papers, and I've hated that after 7 weeks I still have not received a cent from the $225.00 Death Benefits I am entitled to as his spouse. Which is not even 1/3 the cost of what I had to pay.
I have tried to let a lot of my anger and hatred go, and to some extent, it has worked. To another, there is still a lot of anger to people who are now no longer in my life at all.

Back to topic. Apologies, Dear Reader, this is my life. Mid thought of anything, and thoughts of Wash or his end will come into my mind. Always.

So I spent a little time today bringing back out the TARDoor.
I don't think/know if we have any Doctor Who fans in the complex, I guess tonight I will find out.
One of the frat brothers who lives close to me is splitting a pumpkin pie with me tonight.
Minutes seem like hours, and then 4 hours will pass in just a few blinks to me.

This is *my* TARDoor. I suppose there is always a chance I might open it tonight and find my TimeLord.

Trick or Treat

**Edited**

I have decided that on the off chance I have trick or treaters tomorrow night, the first one over in costume gets a full size chocolate bar.
Good chocolate too.

Tootsie pops (normal ones, not those tiny shitty ones) for every one else who might come.
This will be my 5th Halloween here and we've never had any come. I do hope this year that changes.

That kid will be SO EXCITED and probably remember Halloween forever.
The parents will either hate me for their child's sugar rush, or eat it themselves and enjoy the fuck out of it.

A Bylaw: if two children show up at once, the full size will be decided "Thunderdome" style, or if both too young; Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock.
If three or more children show up at once, whoever had the costume on that would win in a fight with the other costumes/characters will take it.
I'm hoping I get a Hulk. Even better if there are little girls dressed as superheroes.

AparTARDISment

The photos did not load quite right, but you'll get the basic idea.

So since we got together Wash and I have wanted to do something, anything, for Halloween. Every year we've been unable, so this year I decided to make sure we did it up right.

I cleaned our door and we both worked on our "TARDIS Makeover". I think it's quite keen.

We had a small birthday/halloween party for me this evening with a few good friends and some awesome costumes. The photos did not turn out real well though, Wash had the setting wrong. However, we did have another friend taking pictures as well, so those photo copies should be good.

There was a Wyld Hipster, 2 gals lost from the 1980's, Hello Kitty, Billy Mays, "John Dough" (the 'bad guy' driver from every race movie), and I dressed as a rigid airship Captain. All in all it was a great evening, we watched some halloween episodes of Buffy and "Hush" and "The Walking Dead". Some scares, good treats, and my birthday pumpkin pie!

Yes, it was fucking delicious.

Wash ended up literally spilling his all over his black suit. He got an extra piece of pie when he changed (he decided to go as the lawyer from Jurassic Park, right down to the socks) and we all had a good laugh. I've just got to get to the dry cleaner's now, but it's kind of nice, this would be the first time I've ever had to clean my husband's suit, and thankfully it's not for his funeral!

Just spilled pie!

We go back to the hospital tomorrow to find out his MRI results. Since they did not call us this weekend I'm assuming it's not urgently life threatening. I'm hoping hard for the best case.

Right now I'm trying to give him the best and most normal time I can. I honestly think that is the best I can do for him, to give him, to make him happy. We don't know what good or terrible news tomorrow will bring, but for tonight we got to just be a couple, dressing up, laughing with friend. We got to laugh, to smile, to joke, and to cuddle. I allowed myself to just enjoy the time and enjoy the company without trying to second guess myself too much; my thanks back to my love for helping with today was to enjoy myself and let him and my friends see that.

Damn fine pie at a damn fine birthday party.

And if Wash feels up to it tomorrow we'll stop by Goodwill and I can check for a skirt that would wear nice in Rio.

(wink)