There were about 20 trick-or-treaters on Friday afternoon. The little kids are the cutest. And most said "Thank you" without any coaching. Three 11-year-old boys were wide-eyed at the bags of popcorn I gave out. "You are the WINNER!!" one of them said.
Autumn colors and a wooly bear caterpillar at Illinois Beach State Park yesterday. Bottom left: two mullein sprouting new green leaves. We haven't had a frost yet.
As so often happens, it takes an obituary or a funeral to reveal all of a person's accomplishments and how many lives that person touched. Saturday afternoon I went to a memorial service at my hometown church. I knew Phyllis as the junior high librarian who wrote the manual on how to write a term paper. (I still have my copy.) Her oldest daughter is my sister's classmate and they are good friends. (A quick visit with my sister was a reason that I went.) Phyllis was an elegant Southern lady who did everything beautifully and with determination. (My sister observed that she rather intimidated my mother, who ordinarily was quite un-intimidate-able.) In retrospect Phyllis was influential in my decision to become a librarian and I wish I could have told her that.
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I recovered from jet lag and then we changed to standard time on Saturday.
Years ago the assistant librarian, then in her 50's, grumbled about the change every spring and fall. I was in my 20's and it didn't bother me. Now I understand.
Linking up this bright Monday morning with Design Wall Monday Oh Scrap! Sew and Tell Monday Musings Thanks for the shout out, Brenda.
That is a nice pile of placemat beginnings. I'm sure the people who receive them are happy to get one.
ReplyDeleteIt isn't the time change as much as shorter daylight every day that bothers me now, and never did when I was younger. Lots more hours to have lights on.