It’s the time of year Scott yells at me for carving the pumpkins too early.
Scott has no idea what it’s like to be me in October. Scott sees a bunch of pumpkins on our porch. He might let the kids throw some camo paint on them. He may even look at them as food.
I see blank canvases every time I pull into the driveway. It’s torture. Not to sound psychotic, but to totally sound psychotic because it is the season, I stood in my kitchen with a knife imaging myself taking that first stab. I am an artist. I couldn’t hold it any longer. I felt like Michelangelo the first time he saw the Sistine Chapel.
Michelangelo is smiling down on that Top Gun, Ice Man volleyball scene pumpkin. We all are, Mike.
Have you carved your pumpkins yet? What do you carve? Would you like a hand? Don’t mind my throbbing and bleeding thumb – it is the season.