This is not an ad for a George Romero picture, I swear. No, it’s something mentioned in the last complete scene I wrote yesterday morning. And now I’m thinking about it . . .
It’s a busy day today. I had coffee this morning, but the internet is still out as Panera, so I hurried back here to get on-line. That’s probably a good thing, because I’m also seeing my HRT doctor in about five hours, and a little over two of that involves a drive into Jersey, so once more I’ll be on the road today–a lot. It’s my last meeting with her for at least a month, so I won’t have to do this again for a while.
But the reason it’s a good thing I’m not into the coffee is that I’ll probably get an examination today, and the first time I showed up in her office and she took my blood pressure, I was like 150 over 110, and she was ready to check me into a hospital. I had to explain that I thought the two espressos I had before driving out had a lot to do with the reading . . .
Back to the Day of the Dead thing. Yesterday I showed you a little of what was happening inside the Security Center, but I didn’t show you how it ended. Isis told the headmistress that it was unlikely anyone would hit Salem to try and hack networks because . . . well, they’re too big. One would need to throw a lot of resources at the school to be able to bust it open, so it’s easier to hit the smaller schools.
That leads to this:
(All excerpts, this page, from The Foundation Chronicles, Book One: A For Advanced, copyright 2013, 2014, by Cassidy Frazee)
“Mark the log to show that the Headmistress has given permission to allow us to initiate Security Level Two protocols when it is required.” Isis looked about the room, then turned to Mathilde. “You need to get ready; you’re gonna have a field a lot of questions from students come breakfast.”
That last was very true; given that Isis now had the outer defense screens at full capacity, students were going the see the results of that operation. “Yes, I need to get back to Rhiannon and get ready.” She started to turn towards the door. “This certainly isn’t a good way to spend Samhain.”
“Deconstructors never gave give a shit about our holidays.” Isis cycled the door for the headmistress. “Could be worse: this is the middle of the Day of the Dead celebration in some cultures.”
Mathilde stopped and affixed her Director of Security. “I certain hope today doesn’t come to that.”
Isis cycled open the door. “I couldn’t agree more.”
It’s 1 November, and that’s really the traditional Samhain, running from sundown on 31 October to sundown on 1 November. But as Isis points out, it’s also Día de los Muertos, the Day of the Dead, the period of remembrance for friends and family who’ve died. 1 November is actually known as Día de los Inocentes, the Day of the Innocents: the time to remember the passing of children and infants.
Keep in mind when I decided a couple of weeks ago to move this event up a week earlier, I had only a vague recollection of the Day of the Dead. But now that it’s here–hey, I’m liking what I’ve brought forward, no pun intended. But all the following scenes could have additional meaning now.
Now to get Kerry off his bed so he can look out the window . . .