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The phone number hop
I find it strange how some people change their phone numbers as often as they change their under drawers because I’ve had the same phone number for thirty-seven years.
I’ve asked a few people about this trend. Some tell me they do it to stay one jump ahead of their creditors. Others tell me they do it because they want to avoid people to which they’ve given their number. I say why not pay the bills and not give your number to creepy people.
I know several people who have changed their numbers so often that even family members can’t find them. How dumb is that?
I couldn’t imagine changing the home phone number and yes, it is still a landline. I have enough problems trying to remember DH’s cell phone number and mine. I still don’t have the numbers memorized. I have to carry them around in my little address book.
Is this CRS or do I have so much on my mind, there’s no room for extras? I tend to think the latter. You try writing five books at once. Post Its™ are my best friends.
Zombie failure to launch
This is the Zombie that was in the barrel. This is the Zombie that after working very well before the Trick or Treaters came, suddenly failed to launch. Did you ever try to fix a prop while wearing a long wig and gown? DH couldn’t stand long enough to do it. G’s husband B tried to fix it but soon gave up.
They don’t give you schematics to show you how to ‘repair’ him. They don’t tell you if there are any fuses or where they are. ARRRGH!
I’m hoping with some help from a few Halloween enthusiasts we’ll have him popping out of the barrel for next year. So there he is, on the kitchen table, waiting for a little bit of mechanical genious magic to get him working again.
Thank you for your patience
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- The graveyard birthday cake
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- Little D the birthday girl
We had HORDES of kids come Trick or Treating. They arrived promptly at six and continued to inundate us until after eight. I had no time to grab the camera and get pictures this year.
However, I did get some pictures of the decorations during a lull. Unfortunately, I didn’t get a good one of the Zombie in the barrel. The best laid plans and all that.
After the Trick or Treating finished, Little D’s birthday cake was a great hit and she had a good time. Her mother enjoyed the unusual welcome into the neighborhood.
Halloween facts and some updates
Early Jack o lanterns were carved out of turnips. I can’t imagine trying to do one of today’s ornate carvings on one of them instead of a pumpkin. However, I sure there were some crafty artisans who did carve some remarkable turnips. G and I have made a name for ourselves around here with ours but we can’t do them without a pattern.
Allentown, PA had the very first Halloween parade in the US back in 1915 (correction: the year was 1905) followed by Tom’s River, NJ in 1919. This year it will be held on November 2nd. Somewhere out in TV land there’s a picture of our old Malcolm on one of the Halloween floats. He always was a ham.
Although it is 2:30 a.m., it’s a balmy seventy degrees outside with a misty rain. Not bad for late October.
I called G this evening to check and see how she was. Her eye surgery went very well. She sounded quite chipper. She was also pleased to announce that she didn’t have a shiner this time.
I overheard her husband in the background saying, “If she keeps complaining about not having a shiner I’ll be glad to oblige.” Wiseass.
If wishes were horses
Three weeks after I got married my parents, grandmother, and baby sister moved a great distance away. It was a long time before any family moved back to the area.
No family members live here now. When relatives travel, they never seem to get near our area. Our location is sort of like Rhode Island; you only go there if that is your destination.
I have traveled to my father’s old hometown to visit cousins and aunties but it’s difficult to do so as often as I’d like to when I have to do the eight-hour drive alone. DH doesn’t travel well. A long car ride is excruciatingly painful for him. Consequently, as much as he loves visiting my family, he’d rather stay home with the dogs where he is more comfortable.
Therefore, to torture myself, I periodically browse the real estate listings in the old hometown. I love to hit the bird’s eye view when looking at properties close to my family.
Tonight, I went browsing, and spied two houses that I loved. One lovely home was across the road from a cousin’s house. I hit the bird’s eye view and looked for my aunt’s house on the next road. I could actually see my cousin’s horses out in the pasture. [Sigh] The idea of living near loving family brings out a case of the ‘I wishes’ in me.
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