Ducky

Less than a dozen kids in five waves rather later than expected, but we gave out most of our little bags of chips. Not much, but enough to be bothered. Mat is dismantled, glowing skeleton back in the closet*, mask is away until next year. I suspect kids came out later because it was Saturday, parents got off work and said, "Well, ok, it's not a school night, let's go now." Fair enough.

Changed our clocks. Hate it, but I try to ignore the idiocy. I figure any business can just change their hours accordingly. How many people live by 9-5 anymore? Let the rest of us be, and let industries that want to change, change.

Winds blowing clouds of leaves off our Kentucky Coffee Bean Tree, as usual the first to strip, the last to leaf-out in the spring, but lovely and inoffensive. Sunny and warm, but turning on the season. Moby wanted to be out, bird watching, for a long long time. I heard the metallic rattle, only gradually realizing the LBBs† were mobbing the feeder behind me. Moby angled for advantage, but only got a different view.





They'd emptied the jar once, I refilled it Saturday morning, and it's about gone now. Hungry wee birdies.

The scarlet flax has been blooming again, the tall grasses are tall, and the November garden is giving it one last go, with gusto. A strawberry is ripening, and some weeds are giving me the finger.



We got supplies to paint a stripe down our half-drive parking spot, largely to protect the neighbor's side of it from encroachment.

Went to the Hong Kong Tea House for dim sum, D got kung pao chicken, with Chinese broccoli - very spicy, hot, lovely and healthy too. I have sticky rice in lotus leaf for lunch, since I filled up on shrimp paste on bell pepper and black sesame seed bun. I love the literalism of their menu titles. Left nourished and delighted, and informed that I should call ahead for roast duck, which I plan to do for Thanksgiving weekend.




*Mat is in the closet. We have no need to out him/her. It.

†Little Brown Birds.