Based on great expectations
How best to record today? I’ll go with the title of a famous book: Great Expectations. Not knowing what, or who, exactly might grace our threshold, it was incumbent on the family to be well prepared.
Bowls of bags of candy, both sweet and sour. An illuminated cat that didn’t (some sort of bargain contraption with a serial string of tiny light; all it takes is one bad bulb…) And yes, I checked the tiny inline fuse. Pumpkins arrayed strategically, to signal our intentions to feed the many (or the few). By the time we called things off, there had been a total of three cars pull into the driveway. One had twins on board, so the head count stands at four.
As I said yesterday, we now have enough wrapped sugar to get us through hard times. And the rubber rat remains reluctant to reappear.
Enough. A new month is at hand. The harvest is done, below us. The grass is still green and healthy. Autumn continues, for now.
This afternoon, I made another attempt at meringue. Better. Not quite there yet. We have somewhat less than two lemon pies in the fridge, and apparently the expensive filling is worth the extra charge. Not (quite) as chemical in taste. Hey; it contains eggs, so I’m officially tagging this as healthy. The cholesterol scare is over, or haven’t you heard?
I’m learning that the comments arrayed under certain YouTube videos can be as amusing as the official content. Anonymous and appreciative, if you will. Just watch for the tiny chevrons that hide the prose.
