Sick baby today. No trick-or-treating tonight, but we did
some trick-or-treating a few different times this week already. Our area
trick-or-treating was actually earlier in the week. Glad that we were around to
see the neighbors across the street. Poor baby had a runny nose and took a
minute in the house to get warmed up. Mom and my cousin left this morning to go
back home. So thankful that my cousin was able to get some things working for
me! (including managing the trick-or-treaters while we were out walking)! It was nice for him to visit because I don’t get to see much of the family
unless I go there.
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| Hey, Little Devil, I'm going to make an angel out of you?? |
It’s been a heck of a month. I’ve had about 3 grants go out—well
one is almost out—this month. This is in the context of having multiple
computer problems, due in part to some nasty malware, and in addition to planning
for an event at work—not that my planning really mattered, though. Who knew
Boop was such a bowler?? She insisted on carrying her ball from the ball return
to the lane, and I braced myself for her dropping it on her toe, which
fortunately never happened. If I only had a tenth of her energy. It reminded me
of when I was a tot. My dad would take me on the lane at the end of their games
and let me roll the ball granny style down the lane. Now they have automatic
bumpers, a little ramp for the balls, and they even had bowling shoes in 9T.
I think I also made 3 trips back to see the family this
month. Well, 2 trips to see the family (reunions and such); one to see Paul
McCartney. Sigh. He was in good form and seemed to be feeling good, thankfully.
A little late to let us in, it was a bit chilly, and we were hoping that
nothing was amiss after his last cancellation. Night and day comparison of Sir Paul
vs. the old geezers in my section; they acted like they were one step from the
grave (except the senior in front of me who was sending a boring, random text,
which is actually worse). I stood up and danced by myself; I dared anyone to
say otherwise! It’s a rock concert. So strange to hear all of those songs played
by the man himself. Lack of sleep and so much driving had me dissociating a
bit. Of course, on my trip back home from the concert, I got a bad flat tire that
couldn’t be patched and had to have a couple of new tires. “I wonder to myself:
Will life ever be sane again?” I’m not sure that it ever was. And I’m not
discouraged from trying to attend another concert—just would rather it be closer by.
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