It's not ALL darkness, but there will be plenty, I predict--both literally and figuratively, especially when we consider the upcoming election.
I told Bill and my trick or treaters yesterday that November is my second least favorite month of the year. Hands down, January leads the list.
I'm not fond of November because it's the month of ever-extending darkness with figuratively "no light at the end of the tunnel."
Just dark, darker and even darker longer---that's November.
The good part about starting November is that we no longer have to dread its coming. It's here, so we can get it over with.
At least, December's shortest day of the year lifts our spirit, telling us the light is coming.
Well, anyway, it was a bright night here in the Lovestead living room when two Taylor boys and their mom showed up for trick or treating.
Instead of just digging out of the candy bowl, the family members hung around and visited for a while.
I think they were hoping that Bridie would eventually warm up to Emmet's desire to roll around on the floor with her.
Bridie's timidness surprises me every time because she is SO outgoing and demanding of love all the time with just Bill and me.
Even though Bridie didn't warm up to the visitors, we all had a good time catching up on neighborhood and family stuff.
Speaking of Bridie, the lady who introduced us to Border Collies wants to work with Bridie in hopes that she might enjoy real life herding.
It's an exciting prospect, so Bill and I are going to take her up on it cuz it could add an exciting new dimension to Bridie's life and ours.
We'll probably have the two get acquainted with each other in the next week or two.
Everett, Jenn and Emmet, our neighbors up the road.
When you live and teach and remain in your hometown, life is filled with joy, comfort, familiarity and, unfortunately, sadness.
This morning I was especially saddened when one of my former students from the Sandpoint High Class of 1977 sent me news of the loss of her classmate who had been a member of the Ponderettes Drill Team, which I advised for nine years.
When I taught at Sandpoint High School, my extracurricular assignments included situations where many students in the groups with whom I worked often seemed like family. Many times I also became close friends with these students' families.
Over the 33 years of my teaching career those relationships happened often, and I have always considered myself a very lucky person.
I have felt a deep love for so many of my students along the way, and, over the years, that love remains steadfast. So, this morning's revelation has hit hard.
Karen Holm was a member of the Sandpoint High Ponderettes drill team. In addition, over the years, I had the honor of getting to know her mother well and her four lovely sisters.
It would be an understatement to say that I have always greatly admired this family.
Karen's mother Janel, an RN at Bonner General, was on duty in the OB when our daughter Annie was born.
It was neat a few years ago to have Janel meet Annie as an adult, especially when Janel was one of the very first human beings to lay eyes on Annie.
Janel's five daughters Karen, Nancy, Susan, Janet and Carol and their mom have filled a special place in my heart for years.
A few years ago, Karen, her husband Harry and Janel stopped by the Lovestead for a visit, which, of course, involved taking their photo.
Janel, Harry and Karen
My heart goes out to the family as we all remember Karen, a truly bright light in this world, an amazing example of resilience and one fine Ponderette.
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A friend sent me this, and I find no mis- or dis- information in its message.
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