Today I'm grateful for cooler temperatures. Would have been a good day to go to Dad's house and work but I just wasn't up for it. Feel exhausted and sure, some of it is this cold, but I think it's mostly weariness of heart. I know, just have to suck it up and do what needs doing. Sometimes easier said than done. Have a regular folowup with my primary care doc tomorrow - typical blood tests and so forth - and will talk to him about this exhaustion but doubt he will find anything amiss. Among other things, I was diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Immune Disorder Syndrome years ago - it has a new name now - and that seems to go hand in hand with fibro so maybe that's what's going on. At heart, I think this malaise is probably more about not being able to do more for Dad and feeling abandoned by my brother and his wife. I'm at the point right now that if they do call, I really don't want to talk to them. Don't want more excuses and I sure don't want to hear what a nice visit they are having with my nephew's family and how Bryan has taken them here or there or whatever. That sounds petty on my part but at least I'm being honest. That's the end of my whining - for today at least - and on to something more cheerful.
Dressing up for Halloween is fun but it's really all about the candy, isn't it? So sad that the world has gotten so ugly we fear our children going door to door, even in our own neighborhood. And parents must warn children not to eat a thing until the parent carefully examines everything a child brings home. I'm old enough to remember being invited into known neighbor's houses to rest a bit and have some punch and a cupcake or cookies before going on to collect more candy. We would get whole chocolate bars, not minis. (The price on chocolate this year is crazy!) It seems we'd have candy for weeks. Our Moms insisted on taking a portion and setting it aside (hiding it lol) for a later time. Everyone got into the act, with adults dressing up to escourt their children around. Now it's illegal many places for anyone over 12 to wear costumes on the street. One Halloween when I was in elementary school my Uncle Bobby (Dad's eccentric, artsy younger brother) dolled up his Volkswagon Beetle with lips and eyelashes; he and his wife dressed up as Beatniks and drove around everywhere. Another time, when I was in high school and had a Halloween party (where I met my husband for the first time), Uncle Bobby showed up on stilts dressed as a goul. He was such fun! But I'm babbling. Here is your zip of Halloween 2017:
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Good morning - LOVE your Halloween Items --- Having an issue on this link though - it's not working ?
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