Time Gets Away

The number of days between blog posts are lengthening.  Ugh.  I've been pretty consistent all year, now things are getting busier.

My vendor events at an antique mall this past Saturday wasn't a stellar sell out.  But I made my booth rent back well enough.  On Nov 9th I'm signed up for a table at the Long Lane Lions Club Christmas Bazaar.  I think there will be a great deal more customers come through.  I hope they will want stuffed octopus toys...teddies and what not.

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Today I subbed for the first time at the middle school.  I just followed a 7th grader around.  He was fairly well able to do for himself, at a lower level, he just needed a bit of help staying on track.

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Last week was the third Thursday of the month, which means I attended my writers club meeting.  I love them all, they I spire me to keep writing.  We were to write a something spooky to share.  I began a story which I didn't finish.  But I wrote a poem and shared that.  They all loved it.  I won't share it here though in case I'd like to formally publish it elsewhere.

Here's a random photo just to end with.


This fellow lives and forages out in the West field.  Bella almost always runs across him during our evening walks.  


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