Busy lives, beautiful traditions

This weekend has been mine. Rick "decided" to go to his parents, do some hunting, visit with his mom and dad. I think he was a big jealous of my quality time alone with them last weekend. teehee

Niko loves having me all to himself. So do the brat-cat pack. There's been no real structure to the days, I just came home from work and read a book on the patio, took Niko for a walk, watched some TV, sent out FLAIR, chatted with Bethany on IM, watched more TV and went to bed about 2:30 a.m.

The trees are in full brilliant color-change. It's such a glorious sight, the beauty everywhere. Today is 80 degrees, Indian summer, and I feel the need to celebrate with a fresh-made pumpkin spice donut slathered with homemade cream cheese frosting.

Maybe if Rick gets home early enough, we'll take his Magna out for our last ride of the year. Check out the magnificent colors on the tree-lined country roads. Then, a quickie trip to the closest McDonalds, our low-key way to start the season.

We love our traditions, even if we sometimes have to squeeze them into our busy lives.
The Last of Sheila (Coburn)