Lana Del Rey’s “Summertime Sadness” is on my On the
Patio mix playlist and it’s playing in the background. I rarely listen to music
on the patio because I’m frequently too distracted by nature; I’m also a girl
who appreciates the silence but this afternoon I’m day-drinking, mourning the
end of my summer vacation, and remembering watermelon juice. What was supposed
to be a simply GIY (Goth It Yourself) post has had me go down a dark memory.
The post is supposed to be about the GIY August theme
of Food and Beverage. If you’re not familiar with Bane’s blog, the idea
is for bloggers to come together to focus on a craft project for the monthly
theme. Around August 29, she posts her completed project and we post our own.
My focus was somewhat improvised since I realized
earlier today that I have been a bit behind in reading blog posts. While
catching up, I actually first saw Sarrah’s
post on Giggles in the Darkness about her “meat head.” As a non-meat-eater,
I really could not focus very long on her post without slightly dry-heaving over
the pictures. Sorry :-/ It’s me, not
you! I went over to Bane’s original post and with university classes beginning
soon decided that today would be the perfect time to get a post together. I had
a small watermelon in the refrigerator that needed to be chopped. I buy
personal watermelons whenever possible because my fella is disgusted by them in
the same way that I would be disgusted by him devouring Sarrah’s meat head
creation! Ha! I’ve been slightly down as
summer slips away from us. Don’t get me wrong because I love fall!!! But, I
really do love summer.
I decided that creating a Jack-o-lantern out of the
watermelon could possibly lift my spirits. As I went through the step-by-step
process, I tried to document what I was doing along the way.
Let’s be honest, when a girl’s forearms are juiced up
with watermelon, she is going to take a bite here and there!
While I was scooping away at the melon with a
tablespoon measuring utensil since for some reason I could not find the actual
melon scooper in the utensil drawer pit and figured this was good-enough, I
realized that I had an excess amount of watermelon juice. I started collecting
it in a container, which then turned into an unwanted stroll down memory lane.
Flashback to 2000, I was teaching outside of Boston,
Massachusetts and on the commuter train into the city received the phone call
that no daughter wants to hear. Mom shared that Dad was in the hospital and
that they were running tests. She assured me that everything was fine. By the
next day, everything was not fine. I was told to come home basically because he
was not going to survive after being diagnosed with pancreatitis. The next
three months he was in intensive care. It was the first time I saw my father
cry, aside from the time my childhood friend died.
This time was different. He
didn’t hide his physical pain. He wanted to die because everything felt awful
and wrong. I left Massachusetts to come home so that I could help my mother
with the household. She quit her job since she was close to retiring in order
to go to the hospital daily. The doctor said he was going to die. I screamed at
the doctor; I’m not really a screamer but the lack of bedside manners really
got to me. Regardless, my father is still very much alive. He struggled in the
ICU for three months and then another three months in the regular unit of the hospital.
During most of that time, he could not eat or function normally. In late summer
of that year, he was put on a liquid diet, anything clear. My father craved
watermelon. The doctor agreed that if I brought juice he could have it. I
remember going to one of the salad bars and attempting to drain the juice into
a plastic salad container. One of the employees saw me and asked what I was
doing. Instead, she went into the back of the grocery store to drain the juice
from the recently sliced watermelon. When my father got the watermelon juice,
it was the first time that I had seen him smile in over four months. So today,
it’s hard not to reflect on that memory… even though he lived and slowly
recovered. Having watermelon has always been a family memory that I share with
my father.
Today, with the leftover juice and wanting to focus on
both the food and the BEVERAGE aspect of the theme, I mixed the watermelon
juice into a vodka cocktail and added a skull ice cube. I’ll be honest, it’s
not the best cocktail mixer but I am happy that I didn’t waste any of the
watermelon.
The Jack-o-lantern watermelon rind will sit outside
for only a few days to be enjoyed my humans, birds, and insects. After that, it
will go in the compost. It’s been so hot in Virginia the last month or so that
my fella and I have been mindful of keeping the birdbath full of fresh water.
We’ve also played fruits in the garden so that they birds, bees, and wasps
(yep, they count too) can easily find moisture.
I was tagged by The
Curious Professor Z which means that I fill out this little questionnaire
and tag three Gothy Darklings. I will tag Jade at Daughter of a Jaded Era,
App’y at App’y Talk, and Connie at Hartwood Roses. Getting to know me! Getting to know all
about me …. THE DARKLING TAG!
What is your
favourite candle scent? Yankee Candle’s Home for
the Holidays (It’s actually a cinnamon Christmas scent and I love cinnamon
everything!)
Do you have a
favourite book? Probably
Dracula by Bram Stoker
Are you a tea
or coffee person? Coffee
What is your
favourite perfume/cologne? Dior’s Hypnotic Poison. I just bought Kat Von
D’s Sinner; I like it a lot but it doesn’t have much staying power on me.
Do you have a
celebrity crush? Julian
Sands
If you could
change your name to a stereotypical 90s/2000s gothy name, what would it
be? AuKToBR
will always be my favorite goth name. That was my first love. I wrote a
Zine, Strange People Anonymous by Spooky & Boo. I was Boo back in the
late 80s.
What are your
top three tips for surviving hot weather while black clad? Natural
fibers, a parasol with UV protection, and open-toe shoes. If my feet are
hot, I’m not nice.
What song
always makes you happy (doesn’t have to be a goth band?)“Passenger” by Siouxsie and the Banshees.
I’ll stop in place to dance.
Are you
active in the arts (eg. Play an instrument, paint, write, etc)? I
played flute and piccolo but that was many moons ago. I write but not so
much for pleasure as much as for research so I suppose that doesn’t
count.I do make a mean shadow-box.
I’m more of a craftiest than an artist.
What is your
number one non-gothy hobby? I suppose gardening in that I
delight in all plants and flowers, not just the dark ones.
Thought Provokers:
If you could
be a supernatural creature, what would it be and why? I just
sent my fella a text asking if a necromancer is considered a supernatural “creature”.
He’s a DM; he’ll know. Follow-up: My fella said no that they’re sorcerers
so I’m going with troll because they hide under bridges and jump out to
scare people. This afternoon that strikes me as very funny.
What horror
monster-bases super power would you have? Ummm, bring
back the dead because that’s what necromancers do.
Do you feel
confident or comfortable interacting with other Goths or gothy people
(online or irl)? Why or why not? It defends; are they nice or are
they assholes?
Is there
something you wish there was more of in your subculture? I wish
there were more of us like-minded peeps in the same region. We don’t have
to be in the same city but it would be nice if we didn’t have to travel so
far to be around one another.
Care to share
an embarrassing story related to your “darkliness”? I don’t
embarrass easily so it’s
How are you
at DIY?
I’m good with pretty much everything that requires serious measurements
because I’m also sort of lazy and I eyeball things. I’m VERY good and
eyeballing, which only makes me lazier because then I never measure.
Confessional
(aka True or False):
I love
watching cheese romance films. I love Black/ African-American
Romantic comedies. They’re actually funny whereas ones with predominately white
actors are not… to me.
I ALWAYS
remember to wash off my makeup at night. Absolutely!
I sleep with
plushies.
Yep, I have a stuffed bat pillow named Batty that does a dance at 4:30am
each morning to entertain my fella.
I wear
non-black pyjamas most nights. I usually wear t-shirts and boxers
with cemetery scenes or skulls so no, I’m nearly always in black. I do
have some pink bat pajamas that I love.
I think
Andrew Eldrich is overrated. I would be lying if I said Yes.
I don’t like
vampires.
*laughs hysterically* If that’s asked, you don’t know me at all.
I don’t like
clubs.
I miss going to clubs. We have a local one but I’m just 15 years older
than everyone and my bedtime is usually when the place opens so…
I don’t enjoy
graveyards.
I run a cemetery group.
Blood makes
me queasy.
If it’s mine, yes.
I’d sooner
faint than pet a spider. I suppose one means large spiders. I
have this vision of me attempting to pet tiny spiders and end up squishing
them because they’re so tiny.
I don’t like
haunted houses.
Not true.
I’ve never
read Dracula.
I read it annually and teach it.
I think “Bela
Lugosi’s Dead” is a long and boring song. I love that
song.