It seems like Friday was just here, doesn't it?
That's what happens when they put Halloween on a Tuesday.
But now that that's out of the way, we can get back to normality.
Right?
It seems like Friday was just here, doesn't it?
That's what happens when they put Halloween on a Tuesday.
But now that that's out of the way, we can get back to normality.
Right?
I may have posted about this before but it continues to fascinate me.
There is a power pole at the end of our neighborhood that I pass anytime I go anywhere.
Nearly every time I go by - morning, noon, or night - the wires leading from that pole, and only that pole, are full of pigeons.
It seems they are always perching there, this passel of pigeons, and there is always one white one in their group.
They're kind of like a gang, with one guy leading them.
I tried to crop the photo down to give you a closer look but the camera in my phone was not really equal to the task so the next picture is a little bit fuzzy.
By the way, the Almighty Google tells me that one of the alternative names for this bird is "a dropping of pigeons".
Somehow I think that's most appropriate.
Wanna see a really corny cartoon?
This was the photo as I turned the page on my daily calendar this morning.
Yes, Faithful Readers, we are on the eve of All Hallows Eve.
Only 24 hours and we will wake to the Horrors of Halloween.
I refer, of course, to countless children ringing our doorbells, pounding on our doors, demanding candy, candy, candy!
There are differing ways to handle the situation.
For example . . .
Only two more days of calm and peace before the howling banshees take over the dark hours.
So brace yourselves as you plan your costume, your make-up, your intentions to frighten the daylights out of your friends and or enemies.
Or frenemies, in the argot of the times.
It's almost Halloween.
There's always that one kid.
It's still a few days until Halloween but since it falls on a Tuesday this year there will be many festivities relating to the Hallowed Eve this weekend.
Curiously, the old Humor Bank (Humour Banque) is loaded up with wicked wit and frightful funnies.
So I'm going to devote the next four days to marking the Horrible Holiday.
Today, I'll show you why dogs hate Halloween.
Dog owners take heed.
As noted yesterday, Halloween is approaching.
I recall some years ago when I was working for a radio station in Prescott, I went up to Mt. Vernon a day or so before the big day and interviewed a number of people who lived in some of those grand houses.
I wanted to know what their Halloween night was like when police blocked off the street and turned it into a pedestrian wonderland of people in costumes with their hands or buckets out screaming "Trick or Treat", demanding candy.
I was invited into one house and shown literally barrels . . BARRELS . . of candy that the homeowner had stocked up for the onslaught.
I remember thinking "How does someone afford all that?" but then I remembered these marvelous old homes are not inexpensive living places themselves and anyone who could afford to buy one could afford the candy AND the decorations for Halloween.
As for Yorkshire Pudding's query yesterday about the Taylor Homestead, we haven't decorated our homes for many years and this year we have no candy to hand out and will keep the lights off except in our rooms.
Trick or Treating has just gotten to be too much for us this year.
We're not Grinches but with Judy's soon to be surgically repaired knee hampering her it's a hassle, not a fun event.
But just to get you in a bit of a mood for the witching night, sing along with me now.