Being a divergent thinker and guilty of trying to waltz down seven different paths at the same time, I have various projects going all at once. I can’t always keep track. So, I am going to take time out of planning to haunt people when I’m a ghost to take inventory of a few of the things I am juggling while trying to blog and write novels and draw pictures. You may remember from posts related to playing with dolls that I am a collector with hoarding disorder and a room full of action figures and dolls. You may even remember that I finished a year-long collection of My Little Pony dolls (the twelve-inch Equestria Girls, because the ponies themselves are not within the rules). I took up a bigger collection after that. The prices of some of these are coming down on the bargain shelf, and they are somewhat intriguing in concept for girls’ toys. They are the Monster High dolls.
These are twelve-inch dolls for under $20, and so they qualify, even though they are totally deformed with Chibi-like big heads. They are supposedly the teenage children of the Universal Movie Monsters. Starting on the left, Howleen Wolf is the daughter of the Wolfman. Then I have two Cleo de Niles, the daughter of the Mummy. One is the Black Carpet movie-maker version, apparently being played by a very young Gloria Swanson. (The one on the left.) The other version is wearing the family mummy-wraps. Then I have Howleen’s sister, Clawdeen. Unfortunately, the bargain shelf at Walmart is often ravaged by little-kid pilferers. I am short a pair of golden shoes and a couple of undetermined accessories that were pulled out of the bottom of the box. I am grateful to the thieves, because although there are no mint-in-boxes here, I was able to get the dolls at a reduced-for-damage price. Now, you probably realize that this collection is not finished. I have reason to believe there are other movie-monster children in the series. Dracula has a daughter. The creature from the Black Lagoon does too. So does Frankenstein’s monster. I believe there may even be a daughter of the man-eating plant from Little Shop of Horrors. How can someone with my mental diseases and disorders possibly resist that?
The next project to check on is the flower wagon. Last year, while cleaning rain gutters and raking up acorns, I managed to leave the kids’ little red wagon full of the stuff. The unnaturally wet spring we had led to a bumper crop of weeds in the organic mess that I left there over-long. Not willing to look a gift horse in the mouth for fear it may be filled with tiny, angry Greeks, I decided to pull out the weeds by hand, and plant flowers. I got zinnias from Walmart (Yes, I know what kind of poopy people the Walmart owners and pharaohs are, but I can’t really afford to shop anywhere else. They didn’t leave anybody else in business.) I planted carefully. I let God do the watering. (And prayed he wouldn’t drown them,) And then I waited. The last time I checked on the wagon, the flowers had made it this far;
I can’t wait to see if anything dares to bloom. I want to post the happy little flower faces on my next update. And I promise to get back to plotting future hauntings. I have already chosen as my target the worst principal I ever had (a hard choice to make from a rogues gallery that puts Batman’s to shame).