For Sale

(M the Elder’s truck. October 30, 2006)

Yesterday, when the weather was good, M the Elder came home early from work to get his truck ready to be sold. As you can see, it’s not a bad truck. It’s been around the block more than a few times and the winters here in the Bogs haven’t been kind to it, but it’s reliable and does its job.

I’m not sure what he’s asking for it, but I don’t think it will be too terribly much. Make an offer. Maybe we can work something out.

Today’s weather is rather damp and gloomy, not particularly good for trick-or-treating. I’m not sure that matters since I think most of the towns around here had their trick-or-treat nights over the weekend, and not at night but in the afternoon. Halloween just isn’t what it used to be, that’s for sure.

Emma has a ladybug costume this year. I’m looking forward to seeing some pictures. (If you’re out there reading, C, that’s a big fat hint!)

I wonder if trick-or-treating will still be around by the time Emma is old enough to go. I hope so.

Those seemingly interminable dark walks between houses, long before street-lit safety became an issue, were more adrenalizing than the mountains of candy filling the sack. Sadly Halloween, with our good-natured attempts to protect the little ones, from the increasingly dangerous traffic and increasingly sick adults, has become an utter bore. ~Lauren Springer

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