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Making Do with a Walk

Posted on December 16, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

Once again I did not go running this Saturday. I’ll have a big, exciting blog post when I start running again, so that is something to look forward to (for me, anyways). In the meantime, today I will write about a walk I took this morning with Tabby, my schnoodle (regular readers know I have a schnoodle named Tabby, but I thought I’d mention her for anybody just tuning in. Plus, I like using the word schnoodle).

Steven and I were up early this morning, because he had to work at 6:30. Well, at least I got to sleep in till four. I must be thankful for what I can get. I didn’t waste the wakefulness, either. I left the house when Steven did, all fired up to finish my Christmas shopping before the crowds arrived.

I didn’t do so good. What a time of year to be stricken with indecision! I’ve been saying that for the rest of the day. You see, I can’t even decide on something else to say.

All this is just background, of course. I was partially successful and wondered what else I could usefully get done before my eye doctor appointment at 10:45. Then I remembered I had yet to deposit a check into my mad money account at First Source Federal Credit Union in Herkimer (see, I get to plug a local business, too).

First I had to search frantically for a hat. What in the world did I do with my toque? And what happened to all the other knitted hats I used to have? This one looks dorky, that one looks dorky, oh, here’s a good one. Does anybody else have these problems? I got Tabby into her harness and we set out.

Still no snow in Herkimer, NY. Not even any rain, although yesterday my bunions definitely predicted precipitation. Well, sometimes my bunions are in advance of the event. Not even too cold, but I was glad I had found my hat.

Lots of Christmas decorations to look at. I saw several blow up Santas not deflated, as well as a couple sad looking ones. In the daylight, I especially like to see the large Christmas balls hanging from porches. I saw some swaying in the breeze, although I wasn’t bothered much by the wind. Perhaps it was the Ghost of Christmas Past or somebody (just a spooky thought to brighten my day).

Tabby was not best pleased with the directions I was walking in, but I convinced her to accompany me. She was happy enough once we got to the bank. She loves that bank. The teller gave her a treat, which I believe she was expecting.

After I had transacted my business, Tabby delayed our departure long enough to greet another patron. She jumped right up on him to be petted.

“Well, hello,” he said. “How are you? Nice to meet you!”

“She always knows nice people when she sees them,” I said. Actually, I think Tabby thinks everybody is nice and wants to pet her. Luckily, many people do.

We walked home by a different route so we could see more decorations. I envied all the hard plastic light up snowmen, in particular one who seemed to be giving me a knowing grin.

I’d like to share with you some of my Christmas shopping adventures, but it would be problematic. There would be a lot of “I got a … for …” because some people on my Christmas list read my blog. Sometimes even the place I shopped would be a giveaway. So for now, we’ll have to make do with a walk to the bank. Happy Saturday, everybody.

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In My Defense, Here’s a Song

Posted on December 15, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

I did not write my Friday Lame Post while at work today. What a surprise. I’ve had good luck with writing off the cuff before, I even had a few ideas banging around in my head (they bounce off the thick skull).

And here I am, with nothing coming off my cuffs (I have four of them, too, two per arm since I’m wearing a turtleneck and a sweatshirt). Why, oh why did I not write during my lunch?

I seem to recall trying that writing thing of having a designated writing time. Even if you just sit there staring at the blank page, this method goes, you sit there just in case. And sometimes something happens. My designated time was my lunch half hour at work. I seemed to get some stuff written, except on my husband’s days off. Then I would call him and talk. I think it’s important to talk to your husband.

Today, however, my little rebellious streak made itself felt.

“I don’t follow common wisdom!” my rebellious streak said. “They say don’t weigh yourself every day: I weigh myself every day! And I’m losing weight! They say just sit there even if you’re not writing. I’m not going to just sit there! So there!”

So I read this really good book. In my defense, the book is letters and diaries written around the time I’ve set the novel I’m working on. So you could categorize it as research. Or you can just shake your finger at me and say, “Next time you’ll know better: write during your designated time!”

That is so easy to say to somebody else. It’s even easy to say to myself when I am not actually doing it. It is extremely easy to sit here and resolve: from now on I will write during my lunch half hour at work (except on Steven’s days off). Doesn’t do me a whole lot of good as I’m sitting here churning out yet another really dull post.

To liven things up, I will end with a Christmas song I wrote about my dog, Tabby. Tabby likes to hear me sing; she wags her tail when I do. Sing this to the tune of “Holly Jolly Christmas.” You can insert your own dog’s name if you like.

Have a Happy Tabby Christmas
She’s the best dog of the year
She’s so sweet,
Give her a treat
And scratch behind her ear.

Have a Happy Tabby Christmas
And when you walk down the street,
Let her sniff,
She’ll take a whiff
And pet the dogs you’ll meet.

Oh Ho, Tabby’s so
Cute and sweet and nice!
She’ll wag her tail for you (so)
Rub her belly twice!

Have a Happy Tabby Christmas
And in case you didn’t hear
Oh, dag nab it Have a Happy Tabby Christmas this year!

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Pedestrian Plan

Posted on December 12, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

I spent all day at work trying to psyche myself up to run. For one thing, I needed a blog post. Then my back started to hurt. Then I thought of my dog, Tabby, who likes to go for a walk, and I felt guilty. True, she walks my cool down with me, but that is only ten minutes.

Finally I reached a compromise: If it was nasty weather (which Tabby does not like to walk in), I would run. If not, I would see if my husband, Steven, would like to go for a walk with me and Tabby, which, of course, is one of Tabby’s favorite things to do.

I outlined my plan to a co-worker. I’m always telling people my plans. It increases the likelihood of my following through on them.

“That’s my plan,” I finished.

“And you’re sticking to it,” she added.

“I will try to stick to it,” I admitted. “If I come home and Steven has a pot of coffee and says, ‘Do you want a cup of coffee, honey?’ I’m having coffee.”

She thought this was a good plan too. And that is what I ended up doing. First I had coffee. Then we went for a walk.

I left on my army pants, which I wear to work, but changed into a long-sleeved shirt. Then I put on one of my Christmas sweatshirts, black with cardinals on holly branches with snow falling. An insulated sweatshirt and my toque (rhymes with “spook”) completed my ensemble.

I take so much time telling about my plan to walk and what I wore, because it was a pretty uneventful walk. The vague snowflakes that had been falling had stopped, and there was very little breeze. It was just about to get dark, my favorite time of day.

We admired many Christmas decorations, pointing out to each other all the lights on porches and trees visible through windows. I especially like different colored lights, but white or monochromatic can be nice, too. I restrained Steven from stealing any hard plastic light up snowmen we saw, but we did envy them.

I counted three houses in one block with candles in the windows, one of Steven’s favorite looks, then amended it to four, although the fourth only had a candle in one window.

By the time we got home it was almost dark. I pointed out how Halloweeny the bare trees looked against the grey sky. I like to mix up the holidays a little.

At this point, I am a little embarrassed, because this is a pretty dull post, even for me. However, it is Christmas time. We’re all busy. Maybe most people were even too busy to read this far. Perhaps it would have made a better post if I had let Steven steal the snowman. Questions to ponder.

I’ll try to plan a better post for tomorrow.

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A Visit to Downtown Herkimer

Posted on December 6, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

I just gave Hummel’s Office Plus in Herkimer, NY a shout out last week, but I had occasion to go there last night (Tuesday), so I dare to mention them again.

Once again in my capacity as secretary for Ilion Little Theatre I was assigned to send a card, a sympathy card in this case. I really hesitate to mention somebody else’s bereavement in this space, although I believe I have done it once before (in a post about purchasing a sympathy card at Hummels’). It feels… intrusive, for want of a better word (I sat here crossing out words for a good three or four minutes before I came up with that one).

Oh, I hate picking out sympathy cards. I can never find the right one. I finally settled on the one that felt the least wrong.

Some comic relief was provided by one of the sales associates. She was wearing the silliest elf hat I have seen in a long time. It stuck straight up before curling to a point a good eight or ten inches over her head. Large pointy ears stuck out of the side. I told them they must take a picture to post on Facebook. They assured me it had already been done. I hope to return to Hummel’s soon and purchase just such a hat for myself.

I went downstairs where Steven and Tabby were waiting. After a joyous reunion with Tabby (I had been gone almost ten minutes), I addressed the card. I had foresightedly brought the address, a stamp and a pen. Then I couldn’t find the pen, but the downstairs clerk helpfully loaned me one of theirs.

Herkimer’s Post Office is in the same block as Hummel’s. Perfect! We could walk Tabby around the block and put the card (along with a couple of other cards I needed to send) right in the mail.

We walked by the Belly Up Pub, and I spoke longingly of their appetizer menu. Of course I’m off deep fried food for the foreseeable future (South Beach Diet), but I can dream. We speculated on Tabby’s possible reception in such a business, but we did not test the theory.

The post office was not closed yet, so we were able to walk right inside to mail our things. Tabby looked hopefully at people waiting in line. One lady said she was cute, but nobody offered to pet her.

We continued around the block. Burrito Jones still isn’t open. A wireless phone company is (Sorry I didn’t make note of which one it was. T Mobile?). A couple of closed businesses. Bummer. Somebody put two smallish blow up snowmen in one empty storefront. Nice. Pete’s Tavern. Well, if we didn’t take Tabby into Belly Up we probably shouldn’t take her into Pete’s.

After we turned back onto Albany Street we noted that Crazy Otto’s Empire Diner was closed for the night. Too bad. I could have gone for a Patty Platter. But, again, not a good place for Tabby. Some folks were still working in Castle Law Firm.

And then we were back to our own car and could happily go home. I don’t know if you’d call this much of a Mohawk Valley adventure, but we enjoyed it, so I thought it might be worth a post.

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Winter Walk

Posted on November 26, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

It seems every Sunday is now a Wrist to Forehead Sunday. I just couldn’t put pen to paper and write a real post. So I fell back on my old standby: Steven and I took Tabby for a walk and I will write about that.

In the last few days, winter has come to the Mohawk Valley, complete with snow. Yesterday I tried to take Tabby for a longish walk. It was a mere grey and gloomy day when we started out. Before we had gone a block, it was snowing. Before we had gone two, it was blizzard conditions. We made it around the block and were happy.

Today the white stuff has been drifting down off and on. It was on when I took my run, but the temperature wasn’t too bad. Maybe a little bad when the wind chill made itself felt. After Steven got home from work a little after one, I asked would he stroll with me and the schnoodle. Eventually he was ready and we set out.

The snow had stopped but the wind had picked up. I had on my insulated sweatshirt and pulled the sleeves down over my hands. Steven had sensibly worn his coat. Tabby, of course, has her natural fur coat on at all times.

We admired some of the neighbors’ Christmas decorations. Steven has plans for our front porch, but they may not come to fruition till after next week. It was gloomy enough to see people’s lights somewhat but not dark enough for them to really show. I enjoy taking Tabby out for her last business meeting of the day this time of year.

Tabby as usual wanted to walk to Herkimer’s Historic Four Corners. I liked the way the graveyard in front of the Reformed Church looked in the gloomy light. Steven admired the wreaths on the light posts. Tabby turned up Main Street towards German so we did not see any more of downtown Herkimer this walk.

We went on up Main Street then over to the path over what used to be a hydraulic canal (which looked more like a nasty ditch, but that was a while ago). The cold wind was getting to my sinuses by this time, but my legs were enjoying the exercise. Tabby seemed happy about it, too.

As we finished the walk, I said, “And now I’ll make my blog post, without apologies!” Then I said, “Who am I kidding? I’m going to apologize! I always apologize!” It seems Lame Post Friday is taking over my week. But I shall persevere! Just last night we watched a Boris Karloff movie I’d like to write about. And I expect to do some Christmas shopping at some interesting local businesses. Please, please, stay tuned.

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Well, We Enjoyed It

Posted on November 14, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

I had intended to come home from work and run, thus providing myself with a blog post and some exercise. Well, apparently today at work I lifted with my back not my legs and something hurts. I’m thinking rest and ibuprofen will put things to rights but did not feel up to anything faster than a walk. Fortunately, I had a dog who was anxious for such a thing and a husband who did not mind accompanying us.

I put on a long sleeved shirt under my sweatshirt and a knitted toque (once again, rhymes with spook) on my head, left on my BDU pants from work but switched out my steel-toed work shoes for sneakers. I like to take a walk in the evening dressed like a crazy old lady. My only regret was that the temperature made the toque better than the actual crazy old lady hat.

It was chilly, a grey, gloomy evening. Just what I like. As we walked, I wondered if I shouldn’t have put on my insulated sweatshirt instead. Steven had sensibly worn a coat. Oh well, too much trouble to turn back. I would suck it up.

Tabby surprised me by walking all the way down Bellinger Street to Meyers Park rather than turning left on Church Street and making for Herkimer’s Historic Four Corners. After she did her business opposite the park, I turned us into the park, so I could throw out the poo in one of the handily located trash cans.

One of the houses opposite the park still had pumpkins on the porch, one with a face carved in it. It looked in pretty good shape. Sometimes the jack-o-lanterns get really scary looking after Halloween when icky black stuff starts to grow inside them. Another house had extensive cobwebs on the porch as well as some pumpkin decorations hanging up and colored ghosts on sticks in the yard. I do like to extend the Halloween season (as evidenced by my desire to keep watching cheesy horror movies).

After the park I suggested we walk up Prospect Street. Steven remarked on garbage scattered on a lawn. He said our street looked like that and he wondered if it was some ill-mannered drunk.

“Oh, no, it was a wind storm,” I told him. “I lay there in bed listening to it. It sounded like a freight train (excuse the cliche) in the distance, then when it got closer I could hear the trash cans blowing around.”

Apparently Steven slept through it.

When we got to Church Street, Tabby tried to pull us to her favorite Four Corners, but I said no. We continued up Prospect Street to German, then back home.

It was, as you may have guessed, a rather uneventful walk. We enjoyed it a great deal as Steven and I spent the whole time chatting. I do like to talk to my husband. I’d like to say we were plotting Mohawk Valley adventures for future, better blog posts, but I can’t lie. However, I will do my best to entertain more betterly next time (“more betterly” is the technical term).

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Mohawk Valley Morning

Posted on October 31, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

Saturday Steven did not have to go to work till two, so we had a Mohawk Valley Morning. And I don’t need anybody to be a wise-ass and tell me that since we live in the Mohawk Valley, every morning is a Mohawk Valley morning. I already know that.

We started out by walking with our schnoodle, Tabby, to First Source Federal Credit Union in Herkimer, NY. We had to deposit a check into our mad money account. This gave me an opportunity to imitate Carolyn Jones in House of Wax: “I don’t need any mad money (tee-hee-hee); I never get mad!”

We walked home by way of Margaret Street, so I could show Steven some Halloween decorations I had noticed earlier in the week. I just love when people get into the season. I admired pots of mums on many front steps. We envied some hanging ghouls, a vampire with Elvis sideburns and several gravestones. We don’t have any gravestones, or any mums for that matter. Come to think of it, our vampire doesn’t have sideburns. Improvements to consider for next year.

After we got Tabby back home we headed for the H.A.L.O. Trash to Treasure Sale at the Mohawk American Legion. As usual I said I wanted to sit on the legion’s front porch some nice day. They have a couple of wooden glider swings I like.

H.A.L.O., I’ve mentioned before, is the Helping Animals Live Organization, a no cage, no kill cat rescue. It’s run by some pretty nice people, and we support them whenever possible. We went to their Trash to Treasure Sale last year (I believe I wrote a blog post about it) and were happy to have a chance to go to this year’s.

The sale was huge with many nice things, some possibly antiques (I’m not that knowledgeable, but they looked pretty good to me). I found a purse that might work for my character in Dirty Work at the Crossroads (next May at Ilion Little Theatre — preview of coming attractions). I also picked up a Green Mountain Coffee thermal mug. It’s always good to have a few extra thermal mugs around, in case somebody visits from a distance and you want to send them on their way with a cup of hot coffee.

After shopping we were feeling a little peckish so stopped for breakfast at Mohawk Diner. While there we asked where Mohawk Fire Station was. As soon as the waitress told us, I said, “Oh yeah, I’ve driven by there a bunch of times. Silly me.”

The Fire Station was holding a Chinese Auction. We love those. This was a good one, 100 tickets for $5. I had a ten so bought us each an envelope.

“After all, it’s for the fire department,” I told Steven when he suggested that 100 tickets for both of us might have been sufficient.

We took our time walking around and deciding what to try for. Did we win? Could be. Then again, we MAY have won something that MIGHT be a Christmas present for someone. I’ll never tell.

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I Ran, I Commented, I’m Done

Posted on October 28, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

I wondered if any of my readers missed Saturday Running Commentary, so I thought I would run and comment today. I never ran till after 2, when Steven went to work, but I figured you can do that in the fall.

The trouble with waiting to run is that you’ve got plenty of time to talk yourself out of it, which I almost did. I went to the store to buy groceries instead. As I was pushing the cart back after loading three big bags into my truck, I realized I was happy to be outdoors, because it was such a nice day. Well, self, I thought, there is one good activity that will get you outdoors for a little longer.

Of course, raking leaves is another activity that would get me outdoors and that definitely needs to be done. Still, I’m trying to get back into running and it is not going to be easy due to certain other time commitments I have recently made. I decided to run.

I was not immediately glad I did. Sometimes waiting till later in the day is a good thing: your muscles are not stiff and just waking up, you’ve eaten something nutritious (I hope), OK, that’s all I got. My muscles felt that they had been working enough (only walking, but you know how leg muscles are). My body acted as if it hadn’t been fed in days (like that’s ever going to happen!). I just kept going.

A friend of mine has been mentioning to people lately how I run up the hill to Herkimer County Community College. I have not run that hill in at least a month (too lazy to go downstairs and look it up in my running journal), but I figure if Phyllis is going to be talking about it I’d better get back to doing it. Only not today. I turned in that direction, though, because there are a couple less intimidating hills I thought I might be up to.

Finally I settled on the Unknown Park. I recently learned that it is in fact Brookfield Park, but I am so used to calling it the Unknown, I may continue to do so. There is a pretty good upslope as soon as you turn in. Wasn’t fun. Ran it anyways.

A couple of young girls were walking towards me, but they crossed to the other side of the road when they saw me. That was good, because it put them on left side facing traffic (of which there was none just then). I don’t think they did it to be safe, I think they did it to avoid the crazy old lady (me), but I was glad to see it nonetheless.

As I ran through the path in the woods I stopped to pet an adorable black pug, with the owners’ permission. I think he was just a puppy. He was so wiggly and cute, I ran on feeling refreshed. One more short upslope, I told myself, and then it’s downhill all the way. I felt good about that, because I knew I wasn’t lying. Not like on the Boilermaker when they keep telling you it’s all downhill from here and you know darn well it’s not.

Back on the road, I was going to turn left where it said “No Left Turn” as usual (must be a rebel, after all), but I saw a group of male college students walking in the opposite direction, right side with traffic, of course. I had no reason to think they might say anything rude, yet I did not feel inclined to run right into them. I thought, I never go straight at this intersection, I’ll go straight for once. Not that it was a road less traveled, because I run on that stretch of road all the time going toward the college. Still, a different direction is at least something different.

I stopped to pet two more cute dogs on German Street. They were the shaggy kind, Llasa Apsos or Shih Tsus or something. One backed off, the other was friendly. Then as I ran on the shy one ran after me.

“Now she wants to be petted,” the owner said, with a laugh. I turned around and obliged. “She has to play hard to get,” the owner said.

I ended up running longer than I had run Tuesday or Thursday, so I felt pretty good about that. Other than that satisfaction, though, I felt tired. I managed to spend a little time raking leaves, just because I thought I ought to (I know, I say I never do what I ought to, but I guess once in a while I do). Then I felt beat. Dare I say, too beat to write a decent blog post? Yet I see I am over 800 words. I’ll say today I went for quantity, not quality.

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Saturday Evening Post

Posted on October 14, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

OK, I don’t have anything today except for that (I think) fabulous title, and it took me all day to come up with that.

As regular readers (I sure hope I still have some) know, I am hesitant to start running again, due to recent back problems, so Saturday Running Commentary was out. Fine, I thought, I’ll go for a walk. Tabby will like that.

And at first, she certainly seemed to. But two blocks in, she did her business and clearly indicated she was done walking, she wanted to go home.

I had some library books I had to return. We drove in the truck (no, there weren’t that many books that it needed a truck; I drive a truck). The library wasn’t open yet, so I put the books in the depository while Tabby waited for me in the truck. Nothing blogworthy there.

Back home, I started cleaning my house. That is, of course, startling and incredible news to those who know me. Blogworthy? Well, I did threaten to do a cleaning post, after several cooking posts once. Funny how cooking is so much more fun and creative than cleaning when they often get mentioned together as chores that couples ought to share (just a little half-baked philosophy; I don’t think my Friday Lame Post included any of that).

In desperation, I took a nap. Ever try to sleep when you’re desperate? OK, neither did I. I took a nap because I got up with Steven at 3:30, because he had to be in to work at 6, much like he often gets up with me at 3:30, because my overtime day starts at 5.

I thought, sleep, coffee, then I’ll write the blog post. Uh, and it looks like I did. Wait a minute, I’ve done this post before. “I had to write a post. But first I did this, then I did this, then I did this, then I wrote the post, and here it is.” That hoary fictional cliche, where the writer’s adventure turns out to be the movie or book we’ve just been watching or reading. I believe I even mentioned that cliche. I think it was last Friday’s Lame Post.

Oh well, what the hell, as a wise woman once said (it was my mother). At least this, this, and this that I did was different. Let’s call it a template for when I just can’t come up with anything. At any rate, Steven is home now. I’ll see if I can drag him on a Mohawk Valley adventure so I’ll have something better to blog about.

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Wrist to Forehead Walk

Posted on October 1, 2012 by mohawkvalleygirl

I am going to start a new feature and call it Wrist to Forehead Sunday (you know, that dramatic pose with a wrist to your forehead before you swoon from the stress). It seems I reach many Sundays convinced that I am utterly incapable of writing a decent blog post. Today I have at least three perfectly good Mohawk Valley topics to write on and I feel Blank. Rather than write yet another post about Why I Can’t Write a Post Today (which are, I guiltily admit, kind of fun to write), I dragged Steven and Tabby on a walk to the post office and I shall write about that.

To begin with I had written a letter to a friend (yes, I hand write letters which I send through the US Postal service and I delight in receiving one back). I had finished writing it earlier in the day, when I felt unable to write the blog post. I thought if I could write anything I could segue over. The segueing had not happened when Steven arrived home (I admit it: I had segued into doing a cryptogram puzzle in a puzzle book).

While he went up to look at the computer I had an inspiration that we would walk to the post office and I would write about that. First I had a Get Well card to write on Tabby’s behalf to a friend’s pet who is ailing. I wrote a letter from Tabby to Shadoe, utilizing the Historic Four Corners stationery I purchased at the Herkimer County Historical Society some time ago and had not used yet. I thought Tabby would appreciate having a letter from her written on stationery of one of her favorite places to walk.

We set out, walking down our street and admiring our neighbors’ Halloween decorations. One house had some cobwebs nicely covering the porch. I can never get those cobwebs spread out properly. They always bunch up. I pointed out to Steven some skeletons in a fishnet I had noticed earlier in the week.

We went through Myers Park to the post office. It had started to rain a little as we continued up Main Street. Steven put the hood of his jacket up, prompting Tabby to give him what I thought was a funny look. We bypassed the Historic Four Corners by going through a parking lot, in order to spend less time in the rain. This brought us out on Church Street, where I could show Steven the awesomely decorated house I had observed earlier.

They had added a coffin and more cobwebs. There were graves with a head and hand popping up I had not seen before, and some homemade graves I know were not there before. We pointed out to each other all the cool things, and I suggested we return for another walk after dark, because there are obviously things that light up.

After that it had stopped raining, so we continued up Prospect to German. We did not see any more Halloween decorations, but we observed a tree with some lovely orange leaves and a black cat on a porch. Nature’s own fall decor.

Well, I guess this turns out to be not a bad post after all. Or do I flatter myself? At any rate, I feel a lot less wrist to forehead now. See you on Middle-aged Musing Monday. Or Monster Movie Monday, depending on what I do for the rest of the day.

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