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The Morning after Trick-or-Treating


Anna of Frozen, Bat Girl is the one with the missing teeth, and Pirate/Johnny Depp

Actually, I’m not sure about the little one’s costume. She had two: one she wore before trick-or-treating and one during trick-or-treating, well,  just because that’s what princesses or princesses-in-the-making do. One was Anna and the other was Cinderella. I don’t know the difference. So.

Completely worn, H and I shuffled off to bed around 9:00 last night. We lay there, pooped and happy, talking about how cute the grands were, how much fun they had, how much fun we had. Those kids know how to slurp up every single drop of fun from a holiday, especially a holiday held in honor of sugar. I know it’s supposed to be about witches and ghouls, but you do know that’s all a ruse, don’t you? That’s the “trick” in “trick-or-treat.” It’s ALL about SUGAR! How much you can get and how much you can eat before your mother takes your bag away from you.

It’s 6:20 am, and everyone is asleep, no, crashed, no, comatose. After their mom got them in the tub last night: hair washed, all pajama-ed up and smelling delicious, they came down for hugs and kisses and finally shuffled off to bed, a cloud of sugar trailing behind them. About a half hour later, I checked on them; they were still trying to wind down, talking about their big time and drawing pictures. I let them be.

It’s interesting for me to watch the baby. She’s really not a baby anymore, with a third birthday only a couple of months away, she will soon be a “big girl.” I was the youngest in my family, and I relate to her determination to do everything the bigger kids do, to get everything the bigger kids get. She gets right in there and does it all. Of course, sometimes Papa carries her when she gets too tired to keep up. It’s easy for the babies of the family to get a little help when they need it; they’re usually so charming… and they are the baby, after all.

So it was a big time in the cul-de-sac last night. They were all very impressed with the class of candy they received. I told them that they know how to do “it” in this kind of neighborhood. It’s a great community for trick-or-treating, Easter egg hunting or Christmas decorating. It’s all about kids. You can’t toss a rock without hitting a play ground, swimming pool, skateboarding area, basketball court, etc. Just try to get people fired up about a walking path through the woods that adults might enjoy. Nope, this is not an adult-activities sort of place. It’s for kids, and that was a very good thing last night. All were sweetly content as they passed from hyperactivity into sugar-laden comas.


Nothing Extraordinary

No, I really mean it. This is going to be one of those see-what-I-can-pull-out-of-my-hat kind of posts.

H reseeded the yard at the beginning of September, and his grass looks ridiculously green and lush. I think he’s finally found the secret to keeping this yard looking beautiful.

I’m still basking in the glow of our two-day visit with our friends. It was rejuvenating. I’ve become so comfortable with solitude that I’d forgotten how stimulating it is to spend a couple of days with someone who is creative and filled with ideas and mental energy.

When they retire, people often decide to move: back home, to a warmer climate, closer to family, to a lower cost of living, lower taxes, etc. We make that decision because it’s better for us in a number of ways, but every time we reach out for something that’s better for us, something new and good, we have to let go of something old and good. You can tell I’m missing my friend today, but isn’t life always about the balance, the compromise, acceptance? I’m not wishing I hadn’t moved here. I love it. I just wish my friend had bought the house across the street. You know?IMG_7770

Beverage Sippers for The Grand Trio

The Grand Trio is coming this weekend. You know I’m ready for that. Fall decorations: zombies and pumpkins and spiders. When my friends mentioned the available lot next door to them, I told them we would never move further away from the grands. They said they knew, but it was worth a try.

We hope to make the straw man this weekend. The bale of straw is in the garage. H unearthed the straw hat, bib overalls and plaid shirt. He even bought a fresh yard of burlap for the head. The old piece was getting pretty ratty. All set.

Off to have coffee with H and a little Morning Joe. That show is driving me crazy, and I still keep watching. I just want him to talk 30% less and allow me to hear his guests. It’s usually a good mix and time to hear their points, BUT he loves to hear himself talk. It’s a good format, but please, let me hear what someone else is thinking.



Where did October go?

IMG_4214Can it be November? No! The answer is NO! Fall is my favorite season, and I did a mind-numbing sleepwalk through October. I want it back. Everything is golden around here and it’s going too fast. If I could only push a button and stop the process for a couple of weeks and take it all in. I want to go to the mountains for apples and apple cider, all things apple.

I couldn’t believe how few trick-or-treaters we had last night. There are fewer every year. We live in one of those neighborhoods that produces well over a hundred little goblins at your door every October 31st, but not this year. I bought a bag of over 100 of those little candy bars, and now I have to eat them. I’m going to zip a few into bags for the grand trio. Their parents may not love that idea. Moms and dads have their job and grandmas have theirs.IMG_4215

I was at the farmer’s market the other day when I saw a Dad and his two little girls. I overheard a short conversation between the dad and one of the girls. She said, “We had cookies.” Suspicious, Dad asked, “Where?” She said, “At Grandma’s house.” He shook his head and mumbled to himself, “And after I told Grandma, no sweets.” I laughed but wanted very much to tell the girls it wasn’t cool to drop a dime on Grandma. Grandmas don’t have many rules, but that’s one of them, possibly the most important one. What happens at Grandma’s stays at Grandma’s.

Okay. To the mountains for apples this weekend.

Come on in…

…if you dare,

but beware!

Zombies and skeletons and spiders live here!

I did a little decorating before the grandkids arrived on their last visit. Besides the usual pumpkins and gourds and acorns and such, I strategically placed spiders around the house for little hands to find. Fun stuff.

Nothing says welcome to Grandma’s house more than a zombie or the walking dead. This gal or guy (who knows what it was in a former life) hangs from my light fixture over the kitchen table. Wouldn’t you just die for that devil-may-care fresh-from-the-winds-of-hell look she has going there? I could swear I’ve seen it on the runway in Milan.

the princess and the iron man

I can’t stop myself. Here they are.

Iron Man


The Princess~

Hmm. Spider Man got here before me.


Only in the Midwest. The sign on the door reads, “Happy Halloween. Please take one.”  

Things That Go Bump In The Night

My talented daughter-in-law carved these pumpkins. She used a stencil for Snow White, but she carved Nemo freehand. I have no artistic ability, and I’m impressed.

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The Visitation


Image: The spirit of Jacob Marley

It was an enjoyable weekend, but I ate too much. We spent Halloween with friends. They ordered pizza. It was the kiss of death in so many ways I can’t even count. If you can get past the calories (which I can’t), then you have to take into account the spiciness. I love spicy food – always have – but it no longer loves me. Just as Ebenezer Scrooge received a visit from the spirit of Jacob Marley on Christmas Eve, the spirit of my pizza revisited me on All Hallows’ Eve.

Other than that Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?

It was great fun. We did a little walk about the neighborhood. It was 74 degrees. I can’t recall a warmer Halloween. When I was a kid, we used to layer our clothes and wear two pairs of socks, and my feet were still frozen by the end of the evening. I wore a thin t-shirt on Saturday night, and I was sweating by the end of the evening.

Today will be a tedious day. H gets the basal cell removed from his face. I’ll be cooling my heels in the waiting room. I know. Poor me. H is the one undergoing the procedure, but still… I can’t stand waiting. I’m taking a book. Two books. One large print book and an audio book for when the words start running together. Wednesday will be worse. They’ll do the ear, and that will take 3 to 4 hours.

I know some of you probably hate the Yankees, but Dad is in heaven. Just passing it along. Heaven!