Last night a KGB man in a fur hat and black leather trenchcoat was helping to give out candy at my house. With Sydney. I took a picture of them, but used my cellphone so I could forward it to Quentin and then didn’t really get one with my camera. I’m thinking, however, if I check the camera, I will find Alien Poo in a tree. Summer hid behind the bushes; Alison put on a witch’s hat and Robert sat on the step with his black cast sticking out and actually did the ploppinp of candy into little kids’ bags. Cameron (almost 16) slept through the entire thing. He came down later to mimic steering a car and saying, “Look out, small children.” (See entry below.)
I am going to the nursing home this morning (also see below) and will no doubt tell my story with many flourishes, acting out the parts of the K-9 cop, the dog and myself sobbing once I got home. I just felt that dog betrayed me: It was a speed trap. Well, get over it, AmeliaJake.
Hmmmm, I think I’ll wait until after the breakfast crowd to get over it. This morning, with every foldover will come a “tell over” of my distress.