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My mother is 82 today; Sydney and I were going up to Scott but Mother said since it was raining and Sydney wouldn’t be able to run outside, we should come tomorrow. So we are. Tiffany, the cat, will be there. We are not exactly thrilled but will be polite to the interloper.

I believe I will be taking with me the bat lights I put up for the kids for Halloween, even though it is three weeks away. They are made of black plastic shaped like a bat and have green lights for eyes and purple lights to outline the wings. And two of them flash. I suppose I could climb up and change the flasher bulb, but I think I will climb up and take them down and give them to Mother to put on her porch. Maybe she will hang them down the west room window for the kids who live in the old store across the road.

I remember when it was the Hagerty Bros. General Store and the second set of Haggerty brothers were the fathers of mother’s schoolmates. Jack and she were in the same class – eight graduated. They had a candy counter with glass that slanted back and my folks would buy me candy corn. I don’t remember caring too much for it, but guess I didn’t know any better . . . until I fell in love with Grandma’s lemon pie and people realized I liked tart things best. You could say my taste matches my tongue.

So today I went and saw Kathryn Feller at the nursing home, came back and scarfed a coupld of foldovers and then went on the hunt for the bat lights. I was burrowing through a couple of boxes in the closet when I started sliding and wound up on my back with lots of stuff coming down on me. Actually, it was pretty comfortable there, but eventually I called for some assistance. And later I discovered I had ripped my slacks on part of a Christmas tree. Rats. Well, it happens.

I am boring myself here.