Skunked by the imaginary hare
Maybe I’m a victim of folklore, or having forgotten to shop before the deadline. Whichever; the house was without any trace of holiday candy this morning. No oddly shaped rabbits made of chocolaty (not a spelling error). No coloured eggs filled with traces of marshmallow (and peanuts). Not even a slab of decorative toffee. Skunked, by the hare. Unless we hit the shops, tomorrow, this will go down in family history as the candy holiday that wasn’t.
I’m not supposed to care, but since we don’t go door to door at the end of October, the number of festivals involving a sugar high is approaching zero. Not quite there (another shout out to calculus). Perhaps we’ll need to schedule a fondue of our own, as soon as we acquire some more forks. Our previous collection went to a friend’s house and stayed.
I had an afternoon of unexpected exercise, when I decided to swap out some electrical switches and fixtures. Inconvenient how the install point is always overhead, at the absolute farthest point I can reach. After trying to reconcile monocular eyesight and pectoral fatigue, I called in reinforcement: son #3. He promptly lost one of the “particular” screws, so I decided to find a replacement and finish the job on my own. Which I did. Hurrah! Not going to apprentice in that domain.
I’ve been watching videos from the Hay Babies (out of NB). Enthusiasm mixed with eccentricity. If you haven’t checked out their efforts, take a few minutes (try YouTube as a starting point). Reminds me of 1755, but that might be a question of accent and instrumentation.
The Mens World Curling Championship is over. Scandinavia did a cousin vs cousin match. The rolled stone at the (final) end was memorable.
