18 October …
Fires are still a rather big problem in the middle of the state. However, we in the far north continue to be okay and the winds are right so we don’t even have smoke.
We are truly blessed.
We are becoming quite the radio place. Two new antennae have taken up residence. Mark was the instigator since there are nets in which he enjoys participating. Now we can communicate over a much greater distance.
Have I told you Paul is a good radio communicator although he does not yet have a license? He can use the family frequency and his call is “P12”. He designated me as “Nuna22” on that frequency.
And as practice for when he will be able to get his license, he is a seasoned “third party” communicator.
The radio club meeting is this evening. Items for discussion are reports on the last two summer events, the latest on the proposed radio class in the middle school, and planning for the winter potluck. I already have the game planned for the potluck party. Now I need to figure out what to do for door prizes.
It was a bit nippy, but Paul kept busy harvesting the last of the cherry tomatoes.
The corn stalks have been harvested and there are some beside the front door. We will add coloured corn cobs and pumpkins and be ready for Hallowe’en.
Hallowe’en advent begins tomorrow. In the past, when Mikayla and Tyler were little, I would put together a box with tchotchkes, each with a string and date tag that the children would use to pull the whatever from the box each morning of the thirteen days leading up to the big night.
Haven’t yet decided what I’ll use to start the countdown … maybe a drink container?
Sixty-five years ago tonight George and I went to the Biltmore Theatre in downtown Los Angeles to see the First Drama Quartet (Sir Cedric Hardwicke, Charles Laughton, Charles Boyer, and Agnes Moorehead) do a reading. That night they chose to read the “Don Juan in Hell” scene from George Bernard Shaw’s “Man and Superman”.
It all started okay … until they reached the part about marriage.
In those days one really dressed to go to the theatre, so I was in heels, hat, and gloves. But I forgot a handkerchief and wound up using my gloves to catch tears and wipe my nose.
And by three the next afternoon, we were married.
The reservoir is all but empty.
The wisteria and the smoke tree are still colourfully decorated …
as are the maple and birches …
and the carpet along the center drive is building with maple and cherry leaves.
The catalpa now wears only seed pods. Such a short time to be “alive”.
Closing thought for this week …
Always look for beauty and kindness around you, and if you can’t find it … be it.
So … ‘til next week …