Why aren’t zombies ever arrested? They can’t be captured alive.
Halloween is almost here; how about a bit of music to get you into the “spirit”?
We finally got up at a reasonable le time, 6:00 AM. Mary headed for the shower, and I went into the Family Room and sat with Robin, where we plotted the rest of the holiday season!
I started the fireplace, and it looks pretty good, and it puts out heat; what a bonus!
After Mary and Robin departed, I went to work around the house doing chores like cleaning up after last night’s dinner, doing the wash, getting wiring ready for a driveway light, walking Scout, etc. I kept busy!
When Mary called while on the way home, I was so tired that I decided to offer lunch at Rockwell’s, Mary did the top sirloin salad while I had my regular, the Paper Boy Sandwich!
The new person was a little too close for comfort, so we moved to the other end of the table; she looked hungry and kept looking at me!
Rockwell’s had several new clients posted around the store. Bones here played a mean guitar, a little loud but acceptable.
We went over the Elks Halloween Costume Party attendees and had one remaining seat in case of an emergency; well, Vicky decided to go! Yeah, all seats were taken, and twenty-four of us will have a ball!
We stopped at the market for last minutes supplies and then headed home (a whole 1.8 miles), so we could go back to work. I washed a pealed a ton of goodies while Mary finished off the spiders! Veggie man must rise from the garden.
We carefully put them away in the outside frig for fear they would get loose and come inside and wreak havoc!
We were going to buy exotic spiders from the pet shop; then we realized we could get one cheaper on the web.
I saw a spider on my computer keyboard earlier, but not to worry. It’s under Ctrl.
Mary, our resident surgeon, operated. I assisted by washing and peeling, dicing, slicing, and creating the necessary ingredients. Mary found “Veggie Man” in a book and had been studying it for weeks now. I cut her just short of creating a monster. When she asked me to fly a kite and then connected the wired to the pickles in his neck, I said, “No way, José.”
The perfect hard-boiled egg! Where does it go?
Just like Frosty The Snowman, he came alive. Unfortunately, he was pickled and could not walk! Speaking of pickled, it was 9:00 PM before we shared our first glass of wine!
The hero of the evening! Tomorrow ought to be an excellent time for the family to all be together and chop up the pumpkins!
It was early, and I decided we would watch “A Summer Place,”; a pretty risque movie for its time. While we dined, we had artichokes and shared a cup of miso soup from last night.