Halloween

Well, it's the second scariest day of the year (the scariest will be next Tuesday), and my day looks like this:

As soon as it's warm enough to work outside, I need to windrow the lawn then go back over it and suck up all the chopped litter. Drought has kept it dormant, genetics has kept most of it low, and Autumn has spread tons of pine straw across the majority of it. It's grown so little that I have not cut it for over a month, and I'm afraid that some little goblin will sprain an ankle on an errant pine cone tonight.

After I finish grinding the debris in the yard, it's off to the Firing Lane. I've got too much .45 ACP laying around the house, and the Smith needs the exercise. What am I saying? One can never have too much ammo. This fits my occasional philosophy: If some is good, and more is better, then too much is Just Enough.

When I've acquired a semi-permanent scent of burnt gunpowder, it's back home to be here when the Lovely Sara gets home from school. She can do her thing on the computer, and I can do my therapy cleaning the gun.

By the time she's picked up by her folks, it will be time to put Wally the Weather Dog in the fenced yard, and the little spooks should be hitting the driveway. I hope we have a ton of them. In years past, our neighborhood in Monroe was the easiest one for the folks south of town to hit. Thirty years of growth and new construction have created better places to Trick or Treat. There are other, more generous, areas for the candy seekers to visit, but we still get our fair share of short people being herded around by their folks.

Marilyn should be home from work at the local ER about the time the "looting" peaks, so I should be able to retreat to the den to recover.

It looks like it should be a good day.

If you're going to be out tonight, be safe and watch out for the short people.