Orange Duck & November 1

Let me add my voice to the cheer for November. I've grown weary of October and am shallow and easily disenchanted. Let's try corn bread and Christmas carols. No idea how those two are related.

Rick says we're not "doing" Christmas this year. I don't know exactly what that means. I'll let you know when I find out. I know it means we're not buying gifts for any one but the grandsons. I have no words...


Remember the ducks? One is artified. I took all the junk we had saved in drawers--a bracelet of Rach's when she was three, an old key, my punched drivers license from Idaho, Rick's rejected passport photo, candy corn that escaped my consumption--It's mixed media. Honest. It's not worthy of art status, but it is personal and better than it was. Rick is thrilled. He finds it endearing. Rick has questionable taste. The next duck will be turquoise themed. Don't even ask.< Accept my disclaimer for any kind of photographic skills.>

I've gained three pounds over the past week of walking and eating Halloween treats. I just cannot eat like a normal person. I have to starve or it's just blubber butt for me. Argh! Have to race in and shower before going to get the old roots dyed. (And I do mean old...) Here's to November.