So windy!
I hadn’t planned to take down the background yet. However, with the winds we had, the background almost took itself down. The furring strip I’d stapled it to was standing on end and wedged between roof and porch floor.
Yep, I took it all down. Then I brought all the fabric inside and folded it to put away in one of the large storage containers with the rest of the Halloween things. I even dragged the bins down to the living room.
There you have it, the decorations were going to stay up a few more days because I am basically a lazy person. Now, due to the weather, most of them are ready to pack away. I’m not sure if I should thank the weather gods or not. *Giggle*
Happy Birthday to our Gavin!
He’s a whole thirteen years old now. Hard to believe that much time has passed since Linda and I picked him up at the airport customs office.
He was eight weeks old and such a cute little guy that everyone in the customs office fell in love with him.
The Curmudgeon didn’t know we were picking him up, he thought Gavin was coming two weeks from then. We fooled him and showed up at his work with Gavin. The dispatcher called him into the office to see someone who stopped in to see him.
I loved the look on his face when he saw me with little Gavin. Priceless!
This is Gavin at 10 weeks.
This is him on his birthday yesterday.
Mwahahahaha!
Daddy, she was just kidding about making me into witch’s brew…wasn’t she?
Dis is just for photography purposes right?
Momma has to build her prop tomorrow. Right after she staples the background to a board so it doesn’t fly about.
The back drop is up
I ran out of get up and go and had to stop. It’s amazing how warm it was under that porch roof.
We found last year’s doggie costumes. I’m not sure how Lucy felt about that.
Gavin didn’t seem thrilled.
But dang they were so cute.
Really Ma? Pink bats?
It’s a race to the finish!
My kitchen table, stacked high with Halloween decorations for the porch, groans under the load. Two giant cauldrons are in the living room all filled with more stuff. Later, one will brim over with candy and glow in the dark bracelets.
A roll of chicken wire is on the back porch ready to become the giant-sized Audrey 2.
We are 1 day behind schedule so I will play catch up tomorrow and Wednesday after my appointment with my cardiologist.
I’ve reserved Thursday for cooking and final prepping the porch for Friday. The main decorations don’t go up until Friday, we had thefts in the early years and learned our lesson.
All day Friday, we’ll decorate and finish Audrey 2, hoping fervently we finish in time for trick or treating.
Tomorrow, the hanging of the landscaping fabric begins.
Fall dinner–home made ham and bean soup
Saturday, G and I went to the farmers market. I bought a very smoked ham hock. Sunday’s dinner was fresh ham and bean soup. Super smoky and delicious. I tend to use the simple recipe on the bag of navy beans. It never fails.
Yum!
I am playing with dolls…
My sanity is slipping away.
“This is why we can’t have nice things. Not the dogs, not me, YOU, you are the reason.”
This I said after The Curmudgeon managed to ruin one of our fairly new rugs. No, not the smaller of the two either. Death rays poured from my eyes and I came so very, very close to losing it permanently.
6 days to go!
The foam and spray glue arrived. I can stuff the Audrey 2 hand puppet so it fits on my hand and arm. We begin the big build Sunday with the back drop going up first. Oh joy, I get to climb a ladder all afternoon.
The back drop worked so well last year that I am looking forward to using it for our design this year.
He’s up again. Silly old boy.
Gavin was shopping. All you could hear was him rattling around in the toy box. 
When he finished, you could tell he’d been busy.
These two didn’t satisfy.
Nor did these two.
Ditto with these.
Next, Miss Lucy will tidy up by putting all of them into her bed. Wish she’d put them into the toy box, but at least she does pick up after herself and Gavin.
What’s gotten into him?
Gavin, my can’t-stay-awake-past-7 p.m. dog has suddenly become a night owl. It seems he is now in competition with Lucy as to who can stay up the latest.
Sigh.
It was so much easier when he slept and she got cuddles. Now they both want to be on my lap all the time.
LOL. And to top that off I think The Curmudgeon is getting jealous that they both want me.
Arrrr, da Mumma is mine!
Nope, she be mine!
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