From a lowly squash to a work of art
Another end of the month approaches. This one may mean visitors, so I headed out to get provisions. Supplies. Things to give away, should anyone ask. I’m aware that weekends are especially popular with the wandering crowd, and this year, Hallowe’en is going to disrupt another quiet evening at home.
In years past, I’ve had to go the distance. Pumpkins, converted into the scariest jack-0’lanterns I could manage. My talents as a carver are understated; usually I manage to create, out of the average supermarket pumpkin (looks like this)
, well, this: 
Hardly a trophy-quality production. Although, to my credit, I did manage to illuminate several of them with a contraption contrapted from several night lights that have magic eye sensors. Result; flicker. Almost as convincing as a candle, and easier to keep lit. But I digress.
At work, there is a competition underway. The usual: Best decorated pumpkin. Each department received a free fruit/vegetable/I don’t really know any more and a mandate to amuse the captive audience. Knowing my talent, I passed the responsibility onto others. Younger, more artistic, willing to take it to the limit. Besides, I no longer have a fascination for gourd guts, and those who would hack must accept that there are many textures in something as mundane as Cucurbita.
And so, without further fanfare (I couldn’t figure out how to include horn noises and flag waving) is the effort from my department. My only input was to step clear and allow the artist his space. I hope none of the included hardware will turn up as MIA from someone’s cubicle.
