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With no young grandchildren of our own in the community anymore and living far back on a lane, we have not had trick-or-treaters visit us for a few years now.  So last Wednesday in the late afternoon when I took my broken computer over to Megabytes, I really enjoyed seeing Herrin’s main street sidewalks filled with parents and children all dressed for the holiday and strolling together with buckets in hand. 

Then stopping at Katherine’s, I shared seeing  the costumed little ones coming to their house for candy.  I even enjoyed the two awkward non-costumed very young teenagers, who were obviously somewhat embarrassed at their own audacity at begging for candy—they only took one tiny piece from the bowl and one for a friend outside who evidently was less nervy.  (I could just imagine them cooking this up and daring one another to knock on the door. I smile just thinking about it.  I bet they had fun on this early evening outing—perhaps the first time without their parents along.)

As I drove back to the farm, I passed crowded church yards and parking lots, which seemed united in offering treats from car trunks as well as other activities and good times for the youngsters and their parents.  We’ve come a long way from the days of putting buggies on barn roofs, pushing over outhouses, or throwing corn on front porches.

I had taken my computer to the shop because I had sleepily clicked on something one late night and realized immediately I did not want to do that.  I thought I had cancelled the download, but a day or two later, trouble began.  The computer worked slower and slower.  I clicked on some sort of help site and saw in red the listing of the silly “who unfriended you” that evidently did download, but it seemed to disappear when I deleted it.

Nevertheless, the computer stayed slow and then would not let me open emails or do much of anything.  Thinking I had a virus or spy-ware, I took it to the shop.  They cleaned it up in a day although there was no virus, and I went over Friday and retrieved it. That night I had time to plug it back in, and excitedly I tried to open my emails. Nothing happened.  Oh dear.  Tried it again the next morning to be sure, but same results.  The shop was closed over the weekend, but I got a return call immediately early yesterday morning.  Miraculously, the technician took over my machine and fixed it from his computer. The trouble was with the browser and not my computer after all.  So it is nice to be able to open emails and blog again. (And I like thinking my machine is all cleaned up.)

Brian and Mary Ellen were down over the weekend for him to do more harvesting and her to work on all the projects she has going in decorating their recently bought home over on Route 13.  We were spur-of-the-moment invited to stop in for a pulled pork sandwich with them for Sunday lunch, and I loved seeing all the latest improvements she has made as well as hearing about Brianna and Trent’s  Halloween party with an original  murder mystery for the guests to solve. 

As I pondered what to share in this blog, I realized you haven’t missed much as things have  been pretty slow at Woodsong.  In fact, sadly  the most exciting event in our lives right now-- and I am embarrassed to admit this-- is our fight against the gnat invasion we have suffered.  The first couple of weeks, I just shrugged and assumed it was a seasonal thing, and this too would pass. We were having to be careful to keep fruit in the fridge and get banana peels out of the house as soon as possible. It only helped a little bit.

I have had gnats before, but they did not stay this long past their welcome.  Finally I googled and found they are actually flies, but nothing was said about a season for them. We were growing more and more agitated at those tiny ugly things. Gerald sprayed carefully once, but I am nervous about any kind of spray in a kitchen. 

When he called the other day from a hardware store in town to see if I needed anything from there, I suggested they might have some sort of gnat traps or something.  Sure enough, he brought home a box of the old-fashioned fly hangey-down things that are so distasteful to look at.  The first one was unsuccessful until he positioned a banana peel near it to attract the creatures. Now  we have added a second one with another banana peel in that part of the kitchen.  We have scores of dead gnats to look at on those sticky traps, and I am sorry to be responsible for their deaths.  But I sure am glad that maybe we are getting the little varmints out of our lives. 

 

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I enjoyed this, Sue, as always, following along on your travels. Pushing over outhouses when you were a reckless gal!

Glad your computer woes are behind you and we can watch the gnats and the banana peels and the fly paper strips twist in the Winsong breeze.

Thanks, Sue. It feels good to have a cup of coffee with you!  ~ Mara

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So glad you are having more time at RR, Mara!

We've missed you.  I did not get in on the outhouse push-over days--just the stories by the older generation. Ha Ha. Actually I was  always in the protective mode at Halloween.  Daddy was principal of the grade school across the road, so he had to be somewhat vigilant that no actual harm was done to the school, so we kids were never allowed to do too much mischief.  I think my older brother may have participated in the corn-0n-porches with the neighborhood boys--but I'd have to ask him to be certain.  One of my classmates' father owned the furniture store on the square--and when we were old enug to run around, he let our group help soap them--since they were going to be soaped anyhow.  This was before someone had the great idea of having youngsters paint drawings on the windows for Hallioween.  I really do not think kids even associate Halloween with mischief anymore.  The first time I even heard about Trick or Treating was a story in probably The American Girl, and it was described in a negative way in that story.  By the time I had children of my own, TorT was in full swing and not considered a bad thing.  No one ever tricked or planned to.   Besides all the fun of sometimes getting to be with other kids slightly after dark when I became old enuf, the main pleasure I remember was drawing and coloring autumn and Halloween pictures for many days before October 31.  People talk about the good old days, but there was often a lot of meaness back then.  At the same time, the silly pranks (buggy on barn roof) really were a lot of fun for those tricksters--and it gave the community something interesting to talk about for decades.  So all the mischief was not exactly a bad thing.   I enjoyed our coffee too, Mara.  Thanks for the visit!