weekending

It still feels like summer here, but it's looking a lot like fall especially in the last few days. This year winter is going to come as a rather rude awakening I'm afraid. That being said, I'm not complaining one bit. We enjoyed a fall family day Saturday. It was a great one for a visit to the apple farm. It was slim pickings because of our early, wet spring and lovely Indian summer, but we found some juicy crisp Golden Delicious apples that lived up to their name. The kids wanted to go and I love that. I visited once in the past month, but just for a pit stop in the barn. Ain't nobody got time for apple picking alone. Last year we also visited the third Saturday in October. It was cold and rainy and yet one of the best days of the year...ask Meryl. I concur btw. 

 

 

 

The idea was to same time next year it, but then we did a 180 and that was a wise choice. We were tourists in our town and finally took the Shaker's Bar Ghost Tour. Is it haunted? I'm not sure. Is it creepy? Without a doubt. It was an entertaining way to spend an October Eve on the cusp of Halloween.

 

Dinner was bar-side at La Merenda for a fabulous tapas spread. There was no star of the show because one was better than the next. Shout outs to the goat cheese curds, Potatoes Bravas, Argentinian beef and butter chicken. Whatever we had for dessert was nothing short of THE GOAT.

Let's just say we left happy and were home in time for SNL, which is funny so far this season. It's about time we can laugh at the ridiculousness that is politics these days. It's stranger than fiction. That's reality. I'm going to vote this week and that will be my piece.

The girls were up and on the road before dawn Sunday with coffees to go and sweet Manny my grandkitty. Lily was home for less than 24 hours, but they were good ones. I thought about getting a jump start on my day, but I ended up back in bed. Lately Sundays have been unapologetically lazy. Ted spent most of the day studying for his third CPA exam, which he sits for Saturday. Things are moving right along with a momentum I still find hard to fathom, and yet I'm well aware of the alternative.

The cats were happy to see the lovable little fur-ball leave and to be the recipient's of all the attention and play time once again. Hazel was curious. Gus was UNhappy. I thought their reactions would have been the opposite. It was fun to have a kitten in the house and Manny is 100 percent sweet, but I guess we won't be adopting a kitten any time soon. That being said, Manny can come any time.