Sunday, September 17, 2023

I Could Live... September mornings, warm afternoons, bright sunshine...gotta love it.

Sadly we're already halfway through it, marching steadily toward...well, you know.

But for now...'s truly glorious weather and I'm doing my best to make the most of it.

Of course, I'd enjoy it even more if I had any talent for golf, but oh well.

Not even my lackluster performance on the links can dim my appreciation for this beautiful time of year.

Hope you're making time in your daily life for this special season.

As F. Scott Fitzgerald rightly observed in "The Great Gatsby"...

Experience it.

And since we're almost on the subject...

...preparations for All Hallows E'en are well underway.

We never know how many ghosts and goblins will chance the Walk Of Fear...

...with its morphing pumpkins...

...and howling werewolves.

For those who do risk life and limb, we like to give them a treat bag with candy, a gospel tract, and a party favor.

Found these guys for the party favors this year:

The top row are metal "clickers"...noise makers, really.

You click a metal tongue on the other side with your thumb, and boy are they loud.  Parents are gonna love us for that.

The bottom row are wooden tops, and they're surprisingly good.

I gave them a quick spin on our dining room table, and they twirled for 25 to 30 seconds.  Pretty cool.

So far I've got 100 bags made up (sans candy at the moment, of course), and another 100 to go.

We add the candy just before the 31st and get a final count.

Then, on the big night, we load the treat bags into the T-shirt cannon...

...and let 'er RIP.

We've stumbled to the end of another bone jarring excursion into the strange world of the Atomic Monster Cafe...

...and sadly, it's time now to bid you adieu.

Please remember to extinguish all smoking materials, return your tray to its upright and locked position, and keep your hands where we can see them on your way out the back door.

ironically, they end up being the same thing

another momentarily stunned aviatrix, post window collision

stole a recipe from Larry for a "hobo dinner"...pretty tasty

recently attended a company function; while onsite I found Ryan's memorial brick in the courtyard

lakeside vista, courtesy of Larry from his cottage

cool shot of the northern lights and big dipper

one of those "couldn't do it on purpose if I tried" things

instead of complaining you don't get what you want, give thanks you don't get what you deserve

A reminder from God's Word:

later, mcm fans...

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