Jack O'Lanterns and Alarms at 8 AM
Introducing Boo (right) and Spooky (left). They were carved this morning.
I hadn't planned on carving them this morning, but life has a funny way of dictating schedules.
I've been having a heck of a time with my Halloween Tree. Not enough hours to work on it. Things get rushed.
That's when entire branches break off and what was once sturdy begins to fall apart...
Instead of putting the second coat of plaster on the tree in sections, I did the entire top half at once. It weakened the structure. The whole top section began to bend in on itself. I frantically tried to figure out the best way to help it. And that's when the one branch came out.
I did my best to reinforce the tree last night (without the branch). I'd come to terms with the fact I wasn't going to have time to finish the bottom of the tree (with the roots I wanted to do). Fine.
So this morning I took it out onto the front enclosed porch (it was raining out) and spray painted it black. Then I heard an alarm. It was the gas/carbon dioxide detector in the house.
Good news is that my detector works. Bad news is that the alarm is going off while Yetch is sleeping, and I'm filling the house (through my poorly insulated front door and windows) with fumes.
That was two hours ago.
I still have every window in the house open. Every fan in the house on. And despite how cold and damp outside it is - with the threat of more rain - I have the tree in the back yard with a tarp over it. Yetch, and our health, is more important than a prop.
I ended up having the outside door for the porch open to vent out the space. I didn't want to leave it unattended, so I stayed out there to carve the pumpkins (and keep one eye on the skies to watch for more rain).
What a fiasco.