Candy Coma

Another Halloween come and gone; this is the first where our son might be susceptible to the condition known as 'candy coma'. It is amazing how quickly a child of three years can accumulate chocolate bars, dum-dums, smartees, and assorted other confectionaries. Compounding the issue are all of the 'aunties' who live on our street -- middle-aged women of color, and not, who love to dote on kids. My son has no idea how good he has it.

Moving on. . .
The issue of race has been a topic of conversation at our house this past week. While the election has spurned most of the discussion it helped to expose other conceptions of race in our combined household. Language can be so difficult when a term acceptable 30 years ago is no longer acceptable and carries with it a perjorative connotation. More on that later.

Prayers for Teresa and her upcoming surgery on Tuesday. (Radioactive plaque is an adjective-noun combination I've never uttered before.)

Made from toys at home
Was this year's costume for Hayes --
A construction guy.

Depressing

St. Paul, MN, home of the lovely Fitzgerald Theatre, must be one of the most depressing places on the face of the earth during late October. I cannot possibly imagine how hard it is to live here full time during the winter.

This is what I see:
Mackerel sky loaded with clouds
With no end in sight.