End of November

      The leaves are gone and that makes me sad.  There isn't much that makes me happier than seeing all the bright leaves in the fall, unless its seeing tree buds in the spring.  But, then, I love all things bright colored and happy.  Like tulips, forsythias, and even the fresh green grass in the spring.  I've seen snowflakes and its nearly the end of November.  The skies are gray and the trees are bare.  I am just glad its stayed temperate.  Blankets of snow are fine, for the first day, so long as I can leave my house, meaning less than 8 inches of snow...more than that and my little car gets stuck with the greatest of ease.  Snow is quiet and peaceful, even in the city, so long as I don't have to be anywhere, I don't mind.  But I do mind the cold and always being cold.  I can't stand it or the feeling of being trapped inside because of the nasty cold wind.

       Emma Bad Dog just went through the trash, out of boredom, I guess...I look up and shes blatantly gnawing on a used tampon. How gross...I took it away from her and shut the bathroom door and now she's whining as though there's a squirrel that she'd like to chase but the glass prevents her.  Then, she tried to instigate a cat chase which I yelled at her for and she looked at me with such sad, innocently guilty brown eyes, like she's saying "What? I was bored...and the cat RAN...of COURSE I chased her! It was all that trollop of a cat's fault, not mine."  At least Jon is off work tomorrow, the dogs can go out and play as long as they like instead of being on "our" crazy schedule where they get to be out in the morning, then inside alllllll day (I am quite sure 8-10 hours is FOREVER to a dog) then go back outside until Emma decides she needs to bark at 10 pm, which our neighbors, I am sure, do NOT appreciate and I let them back inside.

      Doggles, as seen here, has been remarkably good lately. I haven't come home to discover wayward chewing of my things in a couple of weeks.  Good for him...and me...I really don't enjoy splicing things or cleaning up foam from the couch.  He is now curled up against me on the couch while Emma sleeps at the other end, and Moose, my fluffy cat, is curled up against my other side.  All the things need attention all at the same time. The only ones missing: my bunny, Vincent, who is safely in his room, and the Fat Kitty, who is probaby under the bed after being chased by Emma earlier.  She only surfaces once in a while and mostly for food and sometimes for attention, and she's picky about who pets her.  It took Jon months of living with me to get that cat to trust him enough to allow him to even touch her.  She's odder than most.

      Jon, seen here during the summer with my old pal Bean, is predictably at Levon's house. I am about to call him and bother him to come home.  How freaky--my curtains are moving and my furnace isn't even running.  I either have a draft from hell all of a sudden, or my "ghostie" is wandering about again.  Yes, we have a ghost in our house.  He's harmless...and yes, I am sure its a "he."  I have seen and heard all kinds of things, none of them threatening.  And, no, I'm not scared.  I've had many dealings with the unexplained in my life and I've always seen and heard things that most other people do not. Am I some sort of strange psychic? No.  I think I just pay attention.  Lately, I even seen the "ghostie" of the New Hudson TSC. And, yes, we DO have a ghostie at the TSC.  It makes noises when we've overstayed our welcome at night.  The night crew seems to be its main targets...always harmless, but obvious it wants us to leave by a certain time.  Cheryl, our reciever has seen it wandering the hall by the break room, restrooms, the office, and her desk.  I saw it in the office one night while we were counting the tills.  And YAY!!! Jon is home!!