Happy Halloween!

Oh my, you have *got* to see this! When my office assistant came in to work today, I laughed so hard and I couldn’t stop laughing! Today he was SUPER DOG!! (Said like you would say Super Man)! While I don’t have a photo of him walking into my office because it was unexpected and the camera wasn’t out, I do have him where his owner (my boss) is showing how she fashioned the little shorts so his tail could stick out

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and so can his pee pee (hee hee)

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Super Dog does not like to be dressed, and wanted out of the whole silly thing. I mean after all, isn’t he beautiful without the duds?

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Super Dog was tired from all of the excitement, and promptly fell asleep. I mean, after all, Super Man had to sleep, too, right?


My Office Assistant, Or. . .

1st days at a new job stink, so do 2nd days, but it’s getting better because now I have a new office assistant. Or should I say one of my job responsibilities is to dog-sit for the owner’s dog when she needs me to. Wah! Heart break! What to do? When she left him with me today so she could go to a doctor’s appointment, I put his little hiney to work! Uh huh. R-i-g-h-t.

His name is Corragio, which is Italian for courage. Big courageous dog. When he was in my arms he was shaking and crying for his owner. So I set him on my desk.

He wasn’t much help, though, but he sure is a cutie, and how can I refuse those big brown eyes and his cute little body, anyway?

P.S. I did ask what he is, but I don’t remember because he’s a mix of three different breeds, I think.

P.P.S. My desk is not normally messy with papers like that. I usually keep it really cleaned up because I can’t stand a mess on my desk.

New Job, Tree

So I started a new job today. A more challenging job. Right now I have a ton to learn. And I’m working with all women, which is new to me. I prefer working with men, so this should be interesting. Oh, and I have a little doggie that belongs to the owner that hangs out in my office sometimes. He’s way too cute. When things calm down with my learning, I’ll start taking photos of him and my new work space. Ohhh, and I have a window I can open!! Woo Hoo!! I haven’t worked in an office that you can open the window and get fresh air in years.

On another note, this tree, which I need to id when I’m not totally fried, has always intrigued me and is right near where my Dad and his parents are buried.


Tons of Geese in Cornfields

Today we went to visit my Dad’s gravesite again to put some epoxy over the holes on the back of tombstone until the military plaque is installed, and on the way we saw cornfields full of geese. These photos only show a fraction of them, and they were also in the next field. There seems to be so many geese around lately.



The hills are still beautiful there with all of the fall colors, and the ground is getting more beautiful as the sugar maple leaves fall onto the grass.


And I feel so very bad for my blogging friend Lynne as her dearest Mom passed away last night. This virtual bouquet, again from my Mom’s gardens, is for Lynne and her family.


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A virtual bouquet of flowers from my Mom’s gardens for my blogging friends Lynne and Barbara and their Moms.


The Most Gorgeous Fall

This has been the most gorgeous fall colorwise I’ve seen in a long time. Usually here where I live the leaves are just yellow and brown and I have to go in search of color, like I did with my Dad last year. Not only have the leaves been beautiful, but so have the skies, as I captured at my Mom’s home last night.


She, like me, can’t see the sunset from her home because of the trees, but she can see the beautiful colors of the clouds just before sunset.


The moon was beckoning through her evergreens:


Good night!

Hand Washing

Mary’s post from Friday about the severe water shortage they’re experiencing in North Carolina and her concern about people not washing their hands got me irked even more than I already have been for a while. I have seen more people leave the restroom after using the toilet and *not* washing their hands. I have talked to some of my male friends about this, and they said they see the same thing. And I’m talking everyone, including professors (this started with me while I was at school the last time), especially our biology professor. I’ve seen people at my present job do this, too. Not only this, but I’ve heard that staph infections are traveling around in schools now. I’ve heard the excuse, “I don’t wash my hands because it dries them out.” You know what I say in response? “Drink more water and carry hand lotion with you.” I carry a backpack to work and I have a bottle of hand lotion tucked into one of the side pockets.

How *freakin’* gross is all of this? I know I don’t need to explain how gross it is.

Okay, so I’ve read in two different places just this past week to wash my hands for the length of time it takes to sing “Happy Birthday” twice. That’s twice, as in about 30 seconds of hand washing, with soap, and that will kill the germs on my hands. I add “with soap” because I’ve seen people just quickly dash their hands under the water, sans soap. This is one place I would not let a water shortage stop me, because it has been shown that hand washing does prevent illnesses.

I also carry a bottle of liquid hand sanitizer in my vehicle, along with sanitizing wipes, for such cases where I can’t wash my hands and I’ve done something dirty, like pumping gas.

In the words of my Grandmother (my Mom’s Mom) who lost her husband (a farmer) at a very young age leaving her very poor to raise seven children on her own, “soap and water doesn’t cost that much, so there is no reason to be dirty just because we’re poor.”

I know I’m preaching to the choir here, but thanks for letting me rant. Here’s more pretty trees I saw in my travels yesterday.


Beautiful Sunrise and Beautiful Trees

I went to work 45 minutes early, in complete darkness, so I could leave early to go back to the old Sears building to get my business done with the state. At work, we had an early morning meeting, and when we walked out of the meeting, I saw this:

Part of the sunrise I saw this morning at work. It was much more gorgeous in person!

It was raining outside, so I wasn’t able to take any more photos of the old Sears building today. But once inside I noticed the familiar bank of escalators. These escalators always intrigued me when I was a kid, I don’t know why. But I did have a nightmare story of getting lost in the store once when I was there with my Mom, and I went looking for her. I went up the escalator, and she was going down the escalator next to the one I was on. As a really young kid I didn’t get what I needed to do! She told me to stay put once I got to the top and she came and got me.

I got my business done with the state with some very nice ladies, and then ran some errands and captured some trees. Here’s the sugar maple I promised I would keep capturing for you.

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It’s getting there colorwise, but this tree takes its merry ole time every year!

Many of the trees are looking really pretty right now:

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And my neighbor’s red maple is looking really pretty.


Do All Old Sears Buildings Look Alike?

So I had to find the old Sears building today to go try to do something (I didn’t succeed, I’ll try again tomorrow, have to love the State of NY and the hours they keep and that they don’t match up with my free time) and I asked my work friends where this building is and they gave me a general location and how to get there. I wanted to ask them, “so, does the Sears building here look like the one in Syracuse?” but what the heck, they’re not from Syracuse, so they wouldn’t know what I’m talking about. So I’m going down the road, looking at street numbers, looking, looking, and all of a sudden. . . I see a familiar looking, unmistakable, no questions asked, old Sears building. And it looks just like the old Sears building in Syracuse. The only difference is this old building is being used for *everything* under the sun, and the old Sears building in Syracuse is sitting vacant, looking all lonesome for itself, and if I’m brave because now it sits forlorn in a “bad” part of town, I’ll take a photo of it next time I’m there.

But for now, I’m really curious, do all old Sears buildings around the country look like the two I know about? This photo is taken from the back of the building.


Please let me know!

I’m A #6. . . what number are you?

Thanks to Jayne for the link to this interesting quiz. I don’t totally agree with the results, but for each question I could have answered more than one way.

You Are 6: The Loyalist

You have strong relationships and are intensely loyal.
People find you easy to love and care for.You like your world to be stable and secure, no surprises.You’re cautious. You prefer your inner circle to the outside world.At Your Best: You are courageous, a positive thinker, and expressive. You can take on the world.

At Your Worst: You are secretly insecure – which makes you sarcastic, cold, and argumentative.

Your Fixation: Doubt

Your Primary Fear: Abandonment

Your Primary Desire: Security and support

Other Number 6’s: Mel Gibson, Woody Allen, Jay Leno, Marilyn Monroe, and Julia Roberts.

What Number Are You?

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