Missing something?

Sometimes we don't realize how much we can miss something until it's back. Since our posting yesterday, that's happened to us twice.

some things can make you batty!

Photo by J. Harrington

Last night was the first time since early last Spring that we've had homemade chili with corn bread. It was every bit as good as we remembered although, we admit, during the Summer we don't recall even once thinking about how good a bowl of chili would taste. [Back story: the local big box grocery doesn't really put the boxed chili mixes anywhere near the shelves of canned chili. We wandered for more than five minutes looking hopeless and hopelessly before the Better Half managed to bail us out from the opposite end of the aisle we were searching.]

Who me? I would never...!

Photo by J. Harrington

The second time we ended up missing something was at midday today, when our dog SiSi decided she needed to see some of the country beyond the yard. Usually, after we've been for a walk, and we take her off the lead at the street end of the drive,  she bolts straight for the front stoop. Not today. She swerved around the North side of the house and kept going until she disappeared! We bellowed. No response! Again we called. Still no response. We still needed to feed and walk the Better Half's dog, Franco, so we turned to that task and hoped for the best. By the time we got back to the house with Franco, SiSi had returned and was checking out the interior of their dog run. We were so happy to see her we didn't even yell at her for being naughty. She winked and told us she was both a treat and a trick!

Now we've had more than enough excitement this week, or at least in the past twenty-four hours. Then, tomorrow's Halloween and next Tuesday is Election Day. Life is sometimes just one joyful event after another. It would have been a much different story if our little yellow idiot weren't curled up on the couch napping.

Theme in Yellow

By Carl Sandburg

I spot the hills

With yellow balls in autumn.

I light the prairie cornfields

Orange and tawny gold clusters

And I am called pumpkins.

On the last of October

When dusk is fallen

Children join hands

And circle round me

Singing ghost songs

And love to the harvest moon;

I am a jack-o'-lantern

With terrible teeth

And the children know

I am fooling.

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