Southport Squealer, Part Deux: The love pumpkin

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October 24, 2005

The love pumpkin

Christy and I went to a pumpkin patch the other day and we both picked out a fine, hearty and stout example of the species.

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It wasn't easy. Picking a pumpkin is a lot like shopping for a car, except you don't spend $20,000 on a pumpkin, nor do you need insurance for it. So I guess it's not like shopping for a car at all. But we did spend a good 15 minutes or so picking our pumpkins.

We took the pumpkins home, and Christy brought her trusty pumpkin carving tools. We sliced and diced like Dr. Frankenstein, removing the pulp, and carving away until the pumpkin took on a personality of its own.

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There's our finished work. My pumpkin took a place of honor on my windowsill, for all to see as they passed by. I was very proud of the pumpkin.

Over the past few days, it started to rot and wither. Pumpkins do this. I wish they didn't. This one time, we had a pumpkin at home. When it rotted, my brother threw it into the pond. I don't know why he did that. It refused to sink, and eventually was frozen in the ice when winter finally came. It floated til the thaw, then sank beneath the surface. My pumpkin was now beginning that decline. I could see it sagging.

Today, I was sitting at my desk here, when I heard a thump. The pumpkin had fallen right off the windowsill and splattered into little bits on my floor. It was a sad sight, indeed. I scooped my pumpkin into a garbage bag and deposited him in the trash. There was nothing else that could be done.

I shall miss you, my orange friend. You had a good 8 days on my windowsill. I'll never forget you.

Posted by oz115 at October 24, 2005 11:15 PM

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YOU KILLED OUR LOVE PUMPKIN!!!

Posted by: Your Lady friend at October 25, 2005 07:02 AM

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