This post is for my very happy husband.
His work this morning held its second annual Great Pumpkin Weigh-in (I don’t think that’s the official name – I just made it up).
Last year, my Ray turned in a pathetic 3-pound pumpkin and lost out to his boss’ much larger 33-pound pumpkin.
This year Ray was intent on doing better.
Well … Ray won with this 126-pounder!
Now ask if we’re going to carve it…
After yesterday’s adventure with the lost keys, it was nice today to just take a walk, even if it was raining the whole time.
We enjoyed seeing all the Halloween displays. You miss a lot of that if you see the city only from a car. When we’re walking, we see not only the whole display, but we have time to appreciate all the elements of it and the work that went into creating it. There sure are some creative folks in Bemidji!
We decided that on Saturday, we’ll post a bunch of Halloween photos. Bethany is working Saturday, and I have my granddaughter for the weekend, so we may even cross paths at some point.
When we saw this house with a trio of jack-o’-lanterns, Bethany said, "I like it when they let kids make their own jack-o’-lanterns." Imperfect pumpkins are perfect in our books!
Today we made a couple of furry friends.
These half-grown kittens were *very* friendly, so friendly, in fact, that after we were done petting them, they tried to follow us. We even jogged for half a block to try to lose them, but they kept trotting along. It looks like they were slowing down and staying in their own yard, though.
Today’s quote of the day incorporates a stranger we encountered while walking.
"Lovely day for a walk," she said, noting the overcast skies and continual mist.
I mumbled something cheerful about at least it wasn’t cold, and we walked on.
Then I turned to Bethany, looked at our beat-up hoodies and sweat pants, and said, "I wonder how she could tell that we’re out walking instead of just happening to be walking past her."
"With our red sweat pants," she said, referring to a conversation I told her about from last night with my friend Tom, who saw our blog yesterday and did a fashion critique of my sweat pants, telling me that sweat pants are bad enough, but red is the worst color. And here I thought I was dolling up a bit by not wearing gray sweats with elastic ankles!
My mother, when she sees me in my red sweat pants, threatens to send the "What Not to Wear" people after me.
Within reason, I don’t really care what I look like when I’m sweating and/or freezing and/or soaking wet, but if the "What Not to Wear" people really want to hand me $5,000 for a new wardrobe, I would be more than willing to give up my red sweat pants for whatever they would deign appropriate for sweaty and/or freezing and/or soaking wet hikes.
And I dispute that red is the worst color (to be fair, neither of our sweat pants are bright red; they’re more of a brick red). I used to have purple sweats. Now *those* were ugly.
We liked this tree, which looks like it’s some sort of dancing creature, complete with fingers! It’s like a Halloween decoration without even trying.
The Thursday How Well Do You Know Bemidji? photo may be more obscure than our last few … we’ll see!
Our last photo was of the firefighter statue outside the fire hall. Kudos to Rita and Sarah!
Stay dry!
– Laurie
