31st October 2025
It’s the time when you feed children all the bad things you tell them to avoid, yes it’s Halloween.
Like all good and kind neighbours we put out a bowl of goodies. It was a last minute deal, I rode along to the corner store on my bike with a purse full of quarters, that was the only cash I had left.
I grabbed two of the closest bags of sweets that were left, and rushed to the register. I was hoping that no one would be behind me, and have to watch patiently as I counted out my stash of coins. Typically, a queue quickly formed, now there were a whole line of people all looking to see what the hold up was.
I tried to justify my predicament by saying I stole my child’s pocket money, but that didn’t sound good in a god fearing land, so I told the truth instead.
Transaction over, I left and rode back, by now the temperature had dropped to its evening levels, I was glad I wore my scarf.
We set out a bowl on our wall with a little note, waiting for the little angels to descend.
By the end of the evening, most of the treats were still there, maybe the lessons in heathy living has got home.
The day started well, a good breakfast, and a drive to collect a dresser that Kelli had seen on Marketplace. As we drove along her senses picked up the site of a free dresser on the side of the road. I suspected something was happening when I heard her neck crack, and the truck spun around. Concussed by the sudden change in direction I realised what was happening, and prepared myself for another salvage operation.
The dresser wasn’t in bad condition, a good scrub up and maybe a stripped top, and it could be out to be sold. This meant that we had to go back home to unload, then retrace our steps back to the original place we’re were picking up the original purchase.
This one had to be carried down the stairs, but it was a good make and in good condition,
We loaded the carcass and the drawers into the truck and headed off for our next appointment.
Up in the wilds of West Olive,was where Henry lived, you know the one who forgets things.
I had offered to give a quotation to trim out his newly renovated house overlooking Lake Michigan. When we arrived the place was buzzing with activity, roofers were busy laying new sheets of plywood ready for new shingle.
Henry greeted us and led us into the house which looked like it had survived a hurricane.
The rooms upstairs had been gutted and drywalled, and he wanted all the doorways and skirting boards redone.
This was a preliminary visit because they didn’t know what they actually wanted, Henry had one idea, and his wife had another. There was no guessing who would win this argument, but I agreed to give them a few sample ideas when I return in a couple of weeks.
This would be a nice change from furniture and probably more lucrative.
We did a bit of a conversion to a piece that wasn’t getting much attention. I cut a couple of shelves, drilled some holes, and added some shelf supports, and now it’s a neat bookcase.
Another Lifetime to go 