Haiku for Fall

Now the Russet leaves

Are dancing, swirling gaily

Summer's last Fireflies.

Sisters, Halloween. and MICE!

Another warm day to welcome in the new month, wish it could stay this warm until April and then warm up a little!

Linda hurt her back last week and is still spending a lot of time on the mattress in the living room so I made a big pot of Bean and Kielbasa soup, throwing in a bunch of other stuff and cooking 'til it was thick and filling.We ran it down late in the day so it would be there for last night, driving carefully as we watched out for all the little ghosts, dinosaurs, ballet dancers and the likes doing the annual trick or treat. Since all of the kids on our road are grown and gone [including our own] I miss the Halloweens that brought many little faces to our door, sacks and hollow pumpkins in tow. We were always appropriately frightened and surprised and had to be told who this scarey or beautiful person was, even if they had been playing on the swing set a few weeks ago.

Stopped up to see sister Jeanne today, carrying a bag of books that I am finished with, a few pears, apples and winter squash and had a nice visit if complaining about rising prices, aching joints and the state of the things in general can be considered "nice". She has a new perm and is looking great considering that she had cancer surgery a year ago this past summer, went through the required radiation and chemo treatments and didn't even lose her hair!

Met our son-in-law at a local diner where he treated us to breakfast, a fantastic Belgian Waffle, hiding under a huge tent of strawberry-cherry sauce and topped with whipped cream. I ordered it and then split it with Norm. We did well deserved justice to it even though my inner calorie counter was yelling "No...Stop" most of the time I was eating.

Then home to check the mousetraps. The peanut butter has all been licked off so we know there are more of the little devils upstairs and last night, Norm saw one in the kitchen. Blackie has been spending a lot of time in that area lately but evidently his mousing abilities went along with his masculinity. It is such a temptation to leave them alone, they are tiny and really kinda cute, but there would soon be dozens and I must be sensible about things like this. They are welcome outdoors but we just can't  start a retirement home for mice.