It’s November 1, so I take up my keyboard and follow Mrs. Kennedy, who challenges her disciples to post a blog daily this month. I’d have forgotten to begin today, except that P reminded me. Computers seem like harmless toys on weekends, and I have difficulty doing more than seeing to my laptop’s charging needs.
I got up at 9:00 this morning, just in time to catch Alex Guarnaschelli’s cooking show, which I licked up. Spent a satisfying morning running, yard-saleing, gardening, cleaning and visiting the landlady. P climbed out of his coffin at 2pm, and since we are NOT allowed to do any business work today, it has been a nice, chill Saturday. AND THEN I ATE SOUP FOR LUNCH.
Sorry, but I’m warming up to writing at all, let alone daily. Check back in around the 13th of the month. I should at least have an amusing poop story by then.
Let us seek relief from dull writing in weak photography.
Created with Admarket’s flickrSLiDR.
Art by Square Cherry (marker on construction paper) and Julie Waltz-Stalker (oil on canvas). No trick-or-treating for us last night; we did not canvas the neighborhood and no children came to us, even when we left the bowl of candy outside on our stoop. Does this make me a non-spinster, crazy cat lady with no cat? I hope so. Especially if it means I get to yell at teenagers. Leggings are not pants! Note the Christmas candy. Those price-gauging drugstores are selling Christmas candy among the eleventh-hour bins on Halloween night.