return to standard time

This event used to depress me because it usually meant a return to SAD. I don't find that's as much of a problem here, even despite the rain. It's at least easier to manage. It still pleases me greatly that we have no snow. After living in Buffalo and spending a week out of every year snowed in (seriously) I could happily never see any real accumulation of snow ever again.

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Happy hallowe'en. I might make pumpkin bread or pumpkin squares, but we're not going trick or treating - kiddo's not a candy guy. (I figure this will probably change eventually and am just considering myself lucky for now.) You think the neighborhood kids would think I'm a kook if I took a frozen ziploc bag of pumpkin, drew a face on it with a Sharpie, and put it in the window?

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According to tallin, this article proves that the world is "one big calamari platter."
Hm. I could write, I could read, I could play video games, I could bake, or I could be responsible and do all those chores I've been putting off. Spoiled for choice.

The rest of my afternoon

One idiot-proof dessert: sauteed bananas.
Seriously. 1 tblsp butter (yes, real butter, not oil and not margarine, butter. It's for flavouring.) melted over medium heat. Add 1 tblsp brown sugar and two sliced ripe bananas. Saute gently for a few minutes. Add about 2 tblsp orange juice. Saute for a few more minutes. Eat, preferably with ice cream; serves two, or one hungry person.
Might be going to the state NFB convention next weekend. We'll see. Yay Salem, or something. As uneasy as this kind of thing usually makes me (given that I am not, in general terms, an activist) I want my son to have a good future and an education without idiotic things like "sight saving classes" in it. I swear the school administrators are going to absolutely fear my phone number on their call display.
I should write something. Argh. I should also feed the boy dinner.
Strange factoids: Sean likes the dial tone.
Let's hope the Redskins' losing means what it usually means.
Off to see if I can feed the boy potpie.