Here we are again, All Hallows’ Eve, boogity boogity boogity.
I don’t have any idea what to expect, trick-or-treatwise. Last year we kept our lights out and restricted candy distribution to the neighbor kids and their keepers. The supplicants included two cats, one cow, a fairy, a princess, and Wonder Woman. The booty was sealed in individual Ziploc bags. We didn’t quite toss it at them from the roof.
“G’wan, gedoudaheeh, y’little Petri dishes! I’m warnin’ ya, I got a bucket a hot bleach up heeah!”
In other news, Ken Layne is back from the road just in time to crank out a Halloween episode for Desert Oracle Radio. Author Tod Goldberg joined him to tell a spooky story, and I liked it so much I dashed right over to Page 1 Books and bought one of his books, “The Low Desert,” a collection of short stories. The first was worth the price of admission. There is a scary clown. I shall say no more.
Me, I don’t have a scary story for you today, or even an original costume idea. I’m dressing as Old White Guy, just like always, because in these dark days I can’t think of anything more frightening. Boo, etc.
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It never fails. Beautiful, sunny 67F here in the Bibleburg environs yesterday and now …. 33F with fog/mist and chance of rain mixed with snow flurries. Just in time for the kiddos to costume up and trick, treat, and get sick.
Boo! Hoo! Next up the flu! Stay safe, all!
Should be pretty a’ight down here, JD. Not as nice as yesterday, same as up your way, but a high in the mid-60s. I need to slip out for a short ride before all the boogeypersons seize the streets.
Patrick you are not old yet! Aging, yes.
I dunno, man. Maybe it’s just that the house is haunted, but I dunno. You oughta see the scary-lookin’ geezer making faces at me in the mirror while I try to shave.
As long as that dude in the mirror is still making faces, you’re doing ok.
But they so uggggggggggggly. Oof. I seen better faces on iodine bottles. Make a freight train take a dirt road.
Did your mom tie a pork chop around your neck so the dog would play with you like my mom did? When I was born the doc slapped me to get me to cry. My mom said,” Hey Doc, your slapping the wrong end! I’m so ugly even light would not come in the room. Like a walking black out! I get no respect……
When I was born I was so ugly the doc slapped my momma.
So ugly, look like the part of the polaroid that you tear off and throw away.
so yesterday morning we were listening to the rebroadcast of ‘science friday’ before dragging ourselves out of bed. the story was about cryptids; bigfoot and nessie and such. good article. so yesterday afternoon i’m out in the sticks doing some trailwork and it’s overcast and cool and unnervingly quiet and i got to thinking about cryptids and i got the heebie jeebies. i think that’s the fastest i’ve ever trimmed back brush.
“A sasquatch saw me in his back yard. But, when he told his friends, nobody believed him!”. From a T shirt on the PBS store.
Halloween on the Front Range means either 65° and drizzly or 35° and snowing. Can’t remember a warm and sunny Halloween in the last 15 years.
Spent the weekend watching Squirt (9-10 year olds) hockey in Fraser. Outdoor rink in the mountains, so even though the mercury says thirty-something, you’re a mile closer to the sun, so as long as it’s sunny, it feels like it’s 70°.
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But got a feeling the weather won’t cooperate two tourneys in a row.