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Sunday Brings Pumpkin Treats

on November 6, 2011 - 8:13am

Up early on this Sunday morning (thanks to change in the clocks and Yetch's inability to turn his alarm off). While making pumpkin pie I saved some of the filling to infuse in milk and make myself a pumpkin latte.

Halloween over? Never. It simply lurks.

 

Yetch Likes His Coffee in the Graveyard

on June 30, 2011 - 8:11am


Doing the dishes this morning, I'm reminded of a promising sign.

We are lucky enough to possess two Davis Graveyard travel mugs. When we got them, I thought one would end up in my office as decoration, and the other would be used by me now and then.

I've actually never had the chance to use either of them.

Yetch uses both. All the time.

It's his favourite of all the travel mugs we own (and there's a number of them).

It's small changes like this that I silently approve of, and don't call attention to in hope the behaviour continues on a subconscious level.

Slowly, he's turning toward the darkside.

Unwanted Neighbour

on October 25, 2010 - 10:17am


I've complained in the past about how my street is void of Halloween spirit, but this past week I've been unnerved by a disturbing sight.

Last year the people across the street from me hung a full skeleton on their front porch, much to my delight. But this year another white figure has appeared.

At first he was up against the railing, looking through the bars like a prisoner. Perhaps he's waiting to be picked up, I thought.

But this morning he's sitting comfortably in a chair. I tell myself he might have arthritis and just needs to sit since he's been waiting for his ride for so long. I fear I am deluding myself.

I have my morning coffee out on the porch each day, and with each cup I get more agitated by his stupid smile. What is he doing? Should I call the police? He's an unwanted intruder who needs to be removed.