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"Hello, Everybodee."
Monster spoof. Love the Street.

Halloweening II

Trunk or Treat: Flo, '80s Girl, Leopard 

This photo, shot by a tween friend on the way out the door, is the best I have. There was no time to review it, so I didn't realize until later that I should have found a shirt to fit instead of borrowing John's man-polo. Boo. Happily, what I didn't know didn't hurt me and I had so much fun as Flo!  

Halloweening

I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself
 than be crowded on a velvet cushion. 
~Henry David Thoreau

From ghoulies and ghosties
And long-leggedy beasties
And things that go bump in the night,
Good Lord, deliver us!
~Scottish Saying

When witches go riding,

and black cats are seen,
the moon laughs and whispers,
‘tis near Halloween.
~Author Unknown

Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Eye of newt, toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and howlet's wing.

~William Shakespeare

Hold on, man. We don't go anywhere with "scary,"
"spooky," "haunted," or "forbidden" in the title. 
~ Shaggy from Scooby-Doo

Not Bumming

What do you do when the button that holds down the rear-flap-pocket on your pants gets caught on something and rips off? You take an extra button on hand (available because you decided against rolling up the cuffs and removed the extraneous side button to camouflage said pants' original design) and sew that sucker back on.

What do you do when it happens a second time? Nothing.

Buttons are overrated.

Better?

"Fair Day"  2010

I got tired of seeing the creepy spider.
And the boring box at the top of the screen.
It seemed a bit sterile.
But I liked the swirlies --
if I could manipulate the colors it would be so lovely.
But they only came in orange.
Whatever...
I should be good through Thanksgiving.

Creepy

Not part of my seasonal decor, however appropriate.
Ewww.

October!

Pumpkin Village, Dallas Arboretum

We've lived here for about 14 years, and after years of moaning I guess I've resigned myself to the normal-for-Texas range of heat and humidity that effectively mocks my favorite season of the year.

September was predictably warm. But this month has been a pleasant surprise, a tender mercy, an unusual bounty of weather fabulosity. Day after day of blessedly gorgeous autumn weather. We're talking brisk mornings, warm afternoons, and deliciously cool evenings. (Think of early September anywhere else, minus the fall color.)

I am loving it.

In celebration of this gloriously perfect weather, and to kick off  my last carbo-centric weekend for a while, I am making Apple Apple Bread Pudding (Dorie Greenspan's Baking, p. 408) for Craft Day at the church. Drop by and try some...

Delightful

Book Fair is my favorite PTA gig. Our grade school does "buy 3, get 1 free" for volunteers and I am happy to oblige. Today, along with selections meant to entice Anna (unfortunately, she rejected Charlie & the Chocolate Factory out of hand) I came home with this charming book. Wanna know what it's about?

"Calpurnia Virginia Tate is eleven-years-old in 1899 when she wonders why the yellow grasshoppers in her Texas backyard are so much bigger than the green ones. ...As Callie explores the natural world around her, she develops a close relationship with her grandfather, navigates the dangers of living with six brothers, and comes up against just what it means to be a girl at the turn of the century." 

Yawn. I'm thinking the author didn't write that blurb. 

It must have been the Texas setting and 11-year-old heroine that got to me. That and the Newbury Honor medal on the cover. 

I'm glad I picked it up, because check out this writing: 

"When we got home I couldn't stand the noisy excitement at the unloading of the wagon. I bolted for the river. I ripped off my bonnet and pinafore and dress and threw myself into the water, casting terror into the hearts of the local tadpoles and turtles. Good. That lady librarian had ruined my day, and I was determined to ruin someone -- or something -- else's day. I ducked my head underwater and let out a long, loud scream, the sound burbling in my ears. I came up for air and did it again. And one more time, just to be thorough. The cooling water gradually soothed me. After all, what was one book to me? Really, it didn't matter. One day I would have all the books in the world, shelves and shelves of them. I would live my life in a tower of books. I would read all day long and eat peaches. And if any young knights in armor dared to come calling on their white chargers and plead with me to let down my hair, I would pelt them with peach pits until they went home."  (p.16)

So engaging... and not a vampire in sight.