Pentoga Road
I'm not sure the word windy would describe what's going on outside our windows this morning. Gale force might be more appropriate. It's snowing, cold, and I wish I had the ability to fall back to sleep for a few more hours, or maybe months, then wake up to spring, green grass, and beautiful flowers.
Naw. Keep it real, Tom. Stay in the present. Just six more months and it will be warm again. C'mon little buddy, you can do it.
Then to make matters worse, we got to change our clocks back during the night. Why would anyone in their right mind prefer standard time? If one lives in the north, that makes sundown around 3:30 PM during the dead of winter.
Ah, I'm going to quiet my fingers as I'm beginning to sound like an old, crusty, man. Come to think of it, I guess I am.
Saturday was a quiet one. My morning walk was a good one, although the wind was already beginning to blow fairly hard by the time I arrived back home.
Macrea had sent a text saying they were on their way over. Hambone wanted to show Grandma Sargie and Papa his Halloween costume.
We had a good time, a wonderful visit, and a large breakfast before bidding them goodbye. With other grandparents, aunts, and uncles, their day was spent going from one to the other before actual Trick or Treating would begin in the evening.
Hambone enjoyed putting together some of the puzzles I've been making for his cousins. He told me I make them too easy. Just wait until he gets his!
It's become tradition that I give a pumpkin or two to niece, Sasha, at Halloween so she can perform her carving magic. Usually, I post them on Halloween day, but this year, a mix up occurred, so they are a bit late. The "Welcome" pumpkin above is one of Sasha's. So is this one of Mini Mouse.
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