MORAL PANCAKES

Now it is Halloween Weekend, and I am staying close to home, top floors of a tall building tucked into The Tourist Trap, in downtown Seattle. We might say, “Flying Fish” and throwing fish and dealing with smelly hands and lots of noise, all in the name of fun and entertainment. And here I am, rains staring me in the face, lots of fat wallets and credit cards passing by. And I wave. Today I am being cagey and round 1 goes to me. Sparing with my public. Having second thoughts about going outside, when everybody is gearing up for THE PARTY and walking their kids around the neighborhood, wearing costumes. And all we can say is, “Life is Good.”

So I have decided to not muck things up by showing you something different. This is where I shake my head, and ask forgiveness. Pray for a good day, and nothing else. And While I am going through the turnstiles waiting for the train to nowhere, I will use my portable everything and dial up a good one. Am going on a word diet. Say. “Diet Free.” And spare you a long blog on this Halloween Day. Tearing off the wrapper and stuffing candy in my mouth, and yes, looking forward to my favorite treat on Scary Day. My blog for today. Moral Pancakes.

So what makes for a good Moral Pancake? Everybody has a home receipt. I start with a late night and add to it, insomnia. Go through the cupboards of a chaotic life and look for Kitten Thoughts. Picking up traces of what a purring kitty might say. Add to the stir and mix, chaotic thoughts. Throw out reason and just pour it on.

There is something about a wicked Kitten that makes it all better. Flavor of a grumpy kitten thrown into warm water, and Parent Pancake saying, “Time for a Bath, you dirty thing.” And like most things, we must ask. “Why Me. Why today?” Can’t we just be like we were yesterday.” Why are you cleaning up your life, before you live it?” More questions than answers and this is what makes Moral Pancakes taste so good, once served on your plate. Anticipation and expectation of a good time. Like Halloween Night. Expecting a good time.

So today I am serving up a dish of words about deviation and dormitories of moral pancakes in line to be put in your Treat Bag. Who would do that? I would rather have a mute beanbag full of melting chocolate, that a Moral Pancake and a Grumpy Kitten. Probably shouldn’t have given Kitty a bath. Probably shouldn’t have gone downstairs to the kitchen at 3 a.m. Shouldn’t have seen scary Kitten eating the mouse he had just caught.

And yes, it was then, that I started thinking, “I need a batch of Moral Pancakes. Eating Mouse is ok just not on this day.” Halloween and fun and Candy. So my mind snapped. Dragged the kitty to the bath, poured shampoo and smell oil on everything, and decided. It doesn’t matter what I think. Morality and The Kitchen Sink. And that is when I decided to go to bed, and dream of something else.

So here I am now. In bed, holding grumpy kitten and saying, “I Love You. And yes, Clean is good.” And about that mouse. I know its something you grow up expecting to do. But now I have to say. “Not In My House.” And that’s it. Violence belongs outside. Outside my thoughts and window of opportunity. I don’t like it. Little kids with plastic knives and swords and swinging machetes scare me.

I know its Halloween. I know its all fun and games. But there is something about that mouse and the blood and Morale Pancakes. They just don’t belong in my Treat Bag. So I will stay in. Pretend it didn’t happen. Chaotic Kitty In The Kitchen, at 3 a.m. and I was there with my insomnia and sleepy eyes, and the blood mouse. Yes, bloody hell.

And now its Halloween. And I am serving Moral Pancakes to my guests. That would be me and Clean Kitty and nobody else. I’m turning off the lights. Pretending I am not home. But when the doorbell rings, and the kids are standing at the security gate, I will let them in and send Scary Kitten down to offer a plate of goodies. Moral Pancakes and a chocolate mouse. And say. “Meow. Bon Appetite.”