Happy day-after-Halloween. And happy Día de Muertos for those inclined to celebrate. Hopefully we all survived in relative comfort.
Our Halloween traffic was pretty low-key, but at least not a total bust. I'm guessing that around 25 to 30 trick-or-treaters graced our front door. I dished out candy while we watched some Walking Dead. Seemed appropriate.
During one candy presentation, an adolescent Pikachu commented:
"EEK! A spider! On your door!"
To which I responded, "Uhm... that's a decoration"
And then she said, "Wow, it's crawling and everything"
Me, "Yeah, pretty cool huh?"
I happily smashed it after they left.
It was another good week otherwise. My to-do list has lots of things scratched off, so that's a nice feeling. I probably make lists just for the satisfaction of scratching things off of them.
Relatedly, remember these shooz that I attempted to revive with Shoo Goo? It worked marvelously! The shooz spent many more miles with me, including the mongrel-bite run, than would've otherwise been the case. And now they are truly ready for the can. So now I've got "Shooz" on the to-do list.
As mentioned, Meego and the marching band went to Utah this weekend. Looks like they had lots of fun and put on another good performance. In this regard, I think Facebook is both a blessing and a curse - providing updates and photos and also rubbing it the faces of those left behind ala "Look, here we are having fun in the sun in t-shirts and shorts!" while we look on in our cold bundlage.
Mother nature took pity on us, however, and after a gloomy cloudy Friday of pumpkin hunting, we were graced with a warm sunny Saturday. Magnum and I took advantage to go play outside again. This time to Palmer Park which is a large area for hiking, biking, climbing, etc. plopped right in the middle of town. It's very easy to get to, but large enough to feel like we're in the boonies.
This park is actually the site where the county search and rescue hosts the annual Rescue Run 10k every New Years Day. I've done it three times now, but I couldn't tell you where the course is, the park is that big. My geographically challenged self might have something to do with it, but I historically just follow the crowd or I'd get lost, and search and rescue would have something other to do than just host a race.
One feature of that race is that the first mile is a grueling uphill where I'm all, "Ugh, I hate this", but then it rewards us with gorgeous views for the majority of the remainder of the run where I'm all, "OH, how PRETTY! Can't wait to do this again next year!"
Shot of Pikes Peak, which I promised not to post a pic of last week...
Happy November! What time is it??