So it’s Halloween. My town celebrated it last Thursday, but I forgot to look, so now I have a big bag of candy in the freezer. Fortunately, I have a meeting next weekend, so I can bring the candy and offer treats to attendees as a thank you for attending.
I called my agency’s FMLA coordinator to see what all can be done about a) getting me back to work, or b) getting donated leave to mitigate the financial damage. I did have a dream where I started driving for Uber, so that’s an option, but not if I can do something else first.
We don’t get quite as excited about Hallowe’en as you do over there, but I have invested in a large tub of assorted chocolate stuff for anyone who comes to the door. I don’t think we had anyone last year, probably because we don’t have many young kids in the neighbourhood and people are wary of answering the door to older kids after dark. I will be watching The Walking Dead anyway, so I am not moving from my sofa until that’s finished!
Yesterday we put the clock back so I had to drive home from mum’s in the dark. Do not like.
My cow orkers always overbought Hallowe’en candy, so Nov 1st was always “bring your candy to work day”. We’d eat the stuff until Thanksgiving, because as the original supply dwindled, someone would refill it with fresh bits. Then, of course, came the leftover turkey day candy, the leftover Christmas candy, Valentines leftovers, and Easter leftovers. It’s no wonder more than 85% of the staff gained weight every year.
It’s 47 degrees outside, going to go all the way up to 60 today.
Today is take the cat to the vet day. Joy and happiness there. I’m allowing a half hour to catch and put him in the carrier, although he is pretty cool about coming when called and letting me pick him up.
I was up late last night trying to help the kid with his classwork. He has a assignment that needs to use Java, so I installed Java and played with Java and he is still getting an error message. I’m pissed because I have told him multiple times to stop waiting until the last minute to do stuff. It’s due today, the professor sent an email telling everybody not to wait until the last day because there may be issues with Java. WTF? If you know there may be an issue then why are you assigning it? Near as I can tell from the error message, I have it fixed on my end, the problem is the site he is trying to access as the message says the Index is not found. I worked on it from 7pm until after 1 am. I’m done. He’s going to have to go to the college and use their computers.
Been through this shit with some of his other classes, they assign stuff using other colleges’ websites and every damn time there is a problem. I usually can find a way around it but not this time because I know nothing about Java.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffeinatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 57 Amurrkin out and clear with a predicted high of 89 and N.O.S. for the day. Plus dry. So dry here. No rain in almost three months! Today’s plans include some spiffin’ of da cave, makin’ tacos (OLÈ!) for dindin, and takin’ the old monitor to the recyclin’ place provided it’s open today. I need to check on that. Sounds like a fun Moanday does it not?
No candy was bought for Trick or Treaters. We never have any candy beggars. St. Pat’s is havin’ a “Trunk or Treat” thingy this evenin’ from six to eight or sump’n like that. Candy beggin’, hot dawgs, ‘smores, games, face paintin’ and a hayride are all a part of that. I shall not participate however as I have no desire. I’m told it’s always well attended so good for that.
OK, I need more caffeine and to feed rumbly tummy. Then I should find out about the recycle place, purtify up a bit I reckon and go forward into the day. Rah.
I would go visit Grandma in the cementery tomorrow when I get to Barcelona, but I don’t know where her niche is. I know the cementery and that she disliked that the niche looks toward the mountain instead of out to sea, but that’s all. She bought the cheapest one; apparently sea views are pricier (you know, in case the ghosts want to enjoy a chat on the balcony).
Maybe I’ll just go to the cementery and take a walk around. Not my fault if the woman never thought of giving us her future address
Robyn, what an awesome, wonderful, scary Halloween idea! Next year, I’m getting a beat-up 80’s (windowless) panel van, parking it in the driveway, wearing coveralls & handing out candy from there. :eek:
Until after the first time you pick him up, put him in a crate & then take him to the vet for shots; see if he comes & lets you pick him up again.
Irish Storyteller gave me a tummy settling pill so I did make it to the tiny Halloween party last night. It was just me, Mr. & Mrs. Storyteller, and Mrs. Storyteller’s dad (who shall be named Top Hat) and her aunt. We hung out and watched about half of Hocus Pocus. Why why why is there so much sudden nostalgia for that movie? What the hell is wrong with my generation that they want to go back to the early 90’s? That half of the decade sucked.
I’m going to attempt to vote again today. This time I’m bringing a good book to read in line.
Up, caffeinated, and sheveled. Closing shift tonight.
I don’t get Trick or Treaters. But since Gordie goes insane when anyone comes near the apartment,b people would more likey get a trick than a treat anyways.
Yawn. I totally and completely forgot that today was Halloween until I heard “Thriller” followed by “Ghostbusters” on the radio this morning. I’m a terrible pagan. And I didn’t buy candy because we had all of three trick-or-treaters last year, so this year I’m turning the light off and hiding.
This weekend, I escaped three rooms and a haunted house, then went to see a friend in a local production of Young Frankenstein. A good time was had by all. Yesterday I cleaned a bunch of stuff and then took a three-hour drive for no reason because I couldn’t think of anything else to do.
Nava, I went to see my grandfather shortly before I moved out of NJ, and I ended up wandering around the cemetery for twenty minutes before going to the office and ashamedly admitting that I’d lost him. I knew he was on a corner near a line of trees, but as it turned out, the whole place was made of corners and trees.
Rockin’, I bet Uber drivers have great stories. Might be worth it just for that.
Draelin, going off at a tangent slightly (which is what the MMP is all about), I can only locate my grandparents grave (which also contains my father’s ashes) by looking for another larger grave.
The local town where my father’s family comes from had a tragic explosion at a gunpowder mill in 1916, the victims were buried in a large burial site that’s known locally as The Gunpowder Grave. It’s a large square raised plot with a cross in the middle.
If you stand in front of the grave and walk away from the road, you’ll find my family’s plot just across the path from the Weeping Angel statue.
We won’t be giving out candy. It’s going to be too cold to sit outside and I’m not going to deal with opening and closing the door all evening.
Also, the town has a trick or treat rule of 6pm-8pm, and I irk 6-9. I’m not going to take off irk and Sah-son won’t be interested in handing out the candy.
I guess we are the Halloween version of bah humbug.
I was wrong about the bag of candy in the freezer. Someone opened it last night. It might have been the cats because of the wrappers strewn about, but I kinda doubt it because I only found chocolate wrappers and the cats don’t eat chocolate. I’m thinking it was my lovely and talented husband who helped himself. Which is fine. A bag of candy isn’t the end of the world, and certainly not worth an argument, except over the wrappers.
My car’s inspection is finished. I took it in so they could check out the new tires and the new mileage, which they did before sending me on my way. I went to the sto’ for instant grits and instant cream of wheat. I know, I know. Instant grits is a sin, but I love grits and it’s a lot easier to tear open a packet and add water than it is to cook one serving. So instant it is.
I’m puzzling over dinner. I’ve got some leftover London broil, but I’m not sure it’s enough for the three of us, but I’ll try to make it work.
We usually give away chips (and are this year as well) because we like that as “leftovers” the most. Now at work I will have some candy in my pocket just so I can spend 5 hours saying “Want some candy young lady? I have a pony, a puppy, a kitten and more candy in my car.”
Up until maybe 10 years ago we used to get the end-of-season stock from a couple canoe rental places basically buy one get two free. We handed out some GREAT STUFF - full sized bars, odd stuff like “Boogers” (plastic noses filled with gum nuggets), and your 99 cent bags of chips. But as Halloween trick-or-treat fell off around here we just got out of the habit. We used to get like 250-350 or more kids and now we get maybe 75. My favorite year was the time it snowed like 6 inches – we had the good stuff and loaded up the kids who did come out with doubles and triples and we put on a huge pot of coffee for the adults with them and had it and cups with lids right on the porch.
Red – that’s one of the reasons I love my Sportie; I have never been tempted to park it. It was a sort of rat bike from the time I got it and as stuff corroded I just had it powder-coated. So 30 degrees and rock salt everywhere and I can still go riding as long as the roads are dry. And if I ever get a good deal on a Voyager kit ---------
Refereed a soccer game yesterday, then coached my team in the championship (we lost 0-1, but the kids got nice 2nd place medals). Dined out and then came home to watch the Indians lose and the Cowboys win. Slept until near 8am today, so I guess the weekend did wear on me.
I have Kit-Kat and Snickers bars in the fridge for tonight, I average around 40 or so kids so they’ll probably clean me out. Need to do banking and November grocery shopping today.
Spidey, regarding the panel van and coveralls; be sure to get good pictures of the cops when they haul you away…
