And again I am baffled as to why they are thinking of basically getting rid of my position, because I'm not sure they've considered the consequences if I'm not going to be there to do this?

They truly don't seem to have at all.

Of all my ridiculous and hard to identify bruises, my favorite is going to be that the puppy whacked me in the shin with a six foot stake she stole from a tree. She's carrying it around like most dogs carry tennis balls. With extra prance because she's apparently quite proud she has a six-foot stake.

Spent my day off texting with the person covering the office and my boss. For a day off, it kinda wasn't.

I think I'll be recycling my Amelia Earhart costume this year. (I got the costume last year, but then I was sick on Halloween, so didn't get a chance to wear it.) No big Halloween plans -- just going to a nearby town where they're having a trick-or-treat thing in the town square, since the town doesn't have sidewalks and people don't think it's safe for trick-or-treating. A group I'm part of will be handing out candy.

I'll be on my porch, handing out candy. Which reminds me, need to buy some.

I've rethought my age-costume judginess. You turn up, you get candy. Well, you did anyway, I was just mentally cranked about it. Not this year.

It still weirds me out that towns around here have designated trick-or-treating hours, and kids actually obey them. I can't imagine my friends and I as kids actually paying attention to something like that. (Our rules were that we only rang doorbells on houses with the porch light on. Everyone seemed to be OK with that.)

Amelia Earhart sounds like a great costume! Tempting to steal but I don't think I have time/energy to find the pieces I'd need. Maybe next year...

I hate post-con-drop. Feeling all tired and lonesome and like nobody in Seattle is nearly as fun or cute as all these people (never mind that all these people are normally in 30 different places!!)

I should watch that geneology show, it sounds amazing--600AD is not fucking around! Along the same lines loved an article on slate (?) the other day about businesses in Japan that have been around for over 1000 years. I can't even fathom.

Amelia Earhart sounds like a great costume! Tempting to steal but I don't think I have time/energy to find the pieces I'd need. Maybe next year...

All I really bought was an aviator cap and goggles. I've got a jacket that looks a lot like one that she wore, and I'll probably just wear jeans with it, unless I really get up the motivation to make pants like the ones she wore.

Minet -- the guest kitty -- wouldn't bleed for me, even though I managed to push the short needle all.the.way.through.his.ear (and into my finger) for the blood sugar sampling device.

I never successfully tested Swifty's blood sugar in his 8+ years as a diabetic cat (1/2 his life or more). He just would not stay still for it!

oof, msbelle, I've not got anything wise to say but I'm sorry it's so hard sometimes.

It still weirds me out that towns around here have designated trick-or-treating hours, and kids actually obey them. I can't imagine my friends and I as kids actually paying attention to something like that.

Huh. We have designated hours, and the kids pretty much stick to them (though there's always one group at 5:45 even though trick or treating starts at 6). And I'm positive we stuck to them as kids, because our parents kept an eye on us.

I don't care how old the kids are and whether or not they are in costume (although the teeny be-costumed ones are teh cutest!). I like interacting in a positive way with the neighborhood, or nearby neighborhoods, teens. We don't often have the chance to do that. And, in my experience they are almost always polite.

We hung out with my 6-year old niece this evening while her folks went to a lecture and I'm either getting a cold or I'm just old and weak because I'm completely worn out. It was just a couple of hours! Of non-stop talking but still...

Oops, meant to post the Halloween stuff in response to the conversation in Bitches. Oh well.

I think my parents stopped trick-or-treating with us when we were about 8 or 9. Trick-or-treating was kid time -- at 8 or 9, we weren't old enough to go out without an adult, but going with an older sibling and some of the sibling's friends was fine. By high school, we'd be out until about 10, which was usually when so many porch lights were off that it seemed pointless.