Happy Halloween, if you're into that sort of thing.
I'm not.
My first memory of Halloween happened when I was about 2 years old. The family was preparing to go down the road to my aunt's house. We did not have any candy for trick-or-treaters (probably couldn't afford it); most of the lights in the house were off. Daddy had set me down on the couch until everyone else was ready to go.
There was a knock on the front door. From the bedroom, Daddy hollered, "Come in."
What stepped through the door was a monster! It was wearing a plastic mask, one of those cheap ones with the elastic string that goes around the back of the head.
I let out a blood-curdling scream.
I remember Daddy snatching me off the couch. Everything past that is a blank.
I do not have happy memories of Halloween. ;)
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Yesterday, the daughter-in-law came over to work on her t-shirt project. She'd seen a how-to video and wanted to try it. My plan was to mostly stay out of her way, but she'd never done much sewing and needed occasional help. It took almost all day.
Speaking of projects, I need to find a road-trip project. We've got another long drive ahead of us next week, and I'd like to keep my hands busy while on the road. But I don't know what it would be. I'm not in the mood for needlework of any description. Maybe I'll go peruse the hobby store.
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