Old Hallow's Eve
The rush of trick or treaters is over and the tally was about 35 or 40. I think we're slightly down from the last two years. Ragged's mother called around 6 and she hadn't had a single one. Ragged said she lives for this type of thing, and her frustration was apparent in the short telephone conversation we had. One thing that irked me about the candy seekers was their lack of gratitude. There were very few thank yous and about half of them were, in my opinion, too old to be doing it at all. One group of them were obviously young teenagers and one of the girls had two bags, one for her "kid". There were some really cute kids and we have a new cat hanging around who was greeting and rubbing on everyone that came to the door. He's an orange and white cat who I've named Freddy. I'm promising myself that I won't become as attached to him as I was to Sally.This isn't a picture of Freddy. This is Cooper (Boop Boop).



