Ya gotta love pink hair!

As anyone who knows me well can confirm, I love Halloween. I love to pull out that ‘Tickle Trunk’ of sorts and figure out just what I should wear. Actually, that pic on the left is from a Halloween celebration I had with one of my classes in the middle of August…why limit the fun to the end of June? Or February? Or October?

Well, this year it’s like the All Hallows Eve grinch snapped through and stolen my pumpkin. I thought it would be great to dress up again, get the dogs ready, and wait for some trick’or’treaters. That was, until, I was advised that it would be a better idea to put up my Beware of Dog sign and turn the lights off.

My pumpkin and ladybug...

Last year was more fun. At the time, I lived  in the brightly-lit part of town which was frequented by many costumed kids; these days, I do not. I thought giving out handfuls of treats was great. Wouldn’t you have smiled? Even though I was dressed as a witch?

…I’m not sure what I would have put on Sophie, but I guess I’ll figure that one out next year…

I have seen so many blog posts recently about the arrival of snow. Indeed. We’ve had snow here for a few weeks, and it just keeps coming. Unfortunately, what hasn’t come yet, is my Arctic Cat. Although the very name strikes fear and frustration into the heart of any seasoned snowmobiler, it’s the hardware with which I find myself equipped. I suppose I’ll just have to deal. For those of you who have kept up with the minutiae of my life, you will remember that I left my Cat in Pang with a friend. Right now, all that is left, is to get the shipping details together for First Air and hope for the best!

So, I guess the most noteworthy thing in recent memory was Thanksgiving. Woo hoo!! Yay to the big bird celebration. In true holiday fashion, I decided that it was absolutely essential that I cook a turkey; how do I get into this every year? It seems I never learn.

Well, another thing I never learn is that I’m doomed if I make big weekend plans up here. What’s worse than trying to cook a turkey when you’re naturally paranoid of salmonella? Waking up and realizing that you have no water – and that you have to cook a turkey. What a nightmare!

Fortunately (I thought) I have access to all the college kitchen facilities. So I packed up the nasty bumpy-skinned thing along with spices, stuffing  ingredients, and a few secret things and trudged across town – totally slimed out in my ‘bum-around-the-house’ yoga pants. True to form, I had barely finished putting the turkey together when the college ran out of water. Seriously! I didn’t even have time to finish up the dishes.

Since phonecalls weren’t doing it, I finally headed over to find the water guy. He was really nice and, apparently, he never got the message that I called. Whatever it was, I got water within the hour and I didn’t have to pay for that extra callout charge…yay!

Anyway, the bird turned out great…basted to perfection!

And nothing else is new in the life of me.