The Hand

When my mom passed away and my dad told me to come and take anything of hers that I wanted a few things immediately popped into my mind. I wanted her red boots, her yellow Oriental leisure suit, her purse necklace, her rose colored purse, her wedding ring (or the one that she'd bought for herself to replace the real wedding ring she lost), one of her tea party hats, and THE HAND. Now the hand has such sentimental value for me. My mom was so much fun and was always doing stuff to spice things up. During Halloween one year she bought this hand and every so often it would change places in the house. Some places were funny (in the fridge), and other places were not so funny (in my bed). It was always so much fun to see where the hand was going to show up next. I've decided to keep this tradition going in loving memory of my mom. Every so often the hand appears somewhere different in our house. Isaac is loving this. He's convinced (or maybe he's just humoring me) that the hand moves on its own. Here's a few of the places that The Hand has already been this season. My favorite though (we did this last year and I've gotta do it again) is on Halloween night and we put it in the milk box outside to scare the milk man.