Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. It’s been a week of high winds and cold air and leaves blowing about. I think we’ve eaten three or four bags of Halloween candy and I’m on my way out to stock up for the evening’s parade of sweet children all dressed up and their parents, too. I got my caramel apples ready to go for the fathers and mothers, and chocolate bars for the kids and some homemade pizza for me after all is said and done.
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. It was a welcome two hours of not much but listening (and baking pumpkin cookies) after two days of watching, with her sister on the first day and her future mother-in-law on the second, our oldest daughter try on wedding dress after wedding dress. She must have slipped into thirty or forty of them. I use the phrase “slipped into” loosely; some of them were their own particular ordeal with all the layers and buttons and sequins and sashes, the gasping and tugging and laughter and sighs.
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. Spent the afternoon doing the fall version of spring cleaning — sweeping the cottonwood tufts from the garage, putting away the lawn furniture, washing windows, trimming a few shrubs — and helped Mr. Sundberg take down a dead tree or two out in the sunlit forest. It was a good day, but I wasn’t feelin’ so good and hadn’t been all week, so I took it easy and even went to bed a bit early, which is pure luxurious bliss when you’re not 100%.
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. Had to turn it up a bit, though, so I could hear it despite the somewhat insane amount of coughing going on most of the evening. My own coughing. So much coughing, in fact, that I was a bit concerned for the state of my insides. You’d think something deep down where soft tissue meets hard would just give up and let go. But nothing did. It all held together as it’s supposed to, and I made it through the worst days of the first illness of the season without coughing myself into La La Land.
Listened to the show Saturday and it was not bad. My favorite time of year, and there’s not much better than an evening cookin’ and bakin’ with the show on in the background, a few windows open, a candle burning on the counter, and the leaves turning on the maple outside the window. And then there’s the sun, doing its beautiful autumn thing out there on the horizon.