Shoesday is bluesday 'cuz blogger is bad.

I've been fighting with Blogger for two days now, and it still won't post pictures so poop on it! Friday, Ben kitty went to the vet to get - ah - tutored. His voice was cracking on the drive to the vet, so we got to him just in the nick of time. (NICK of time - get it?) We have had other cats who were neutered too late an developed nasty habits, so we are devoutly hoping that the slight but inerradicable smell will not give him ideas. Is inerradicable a word? We can not completely erradicate the essential esters from the floorboards. Reminds me of the frenchman practicing his english. He said, "My wife can not have children. She is impregnable." No photos of our no longer ballbearing mousetrap, but then you didn't want any, did you?

Sunday, DH took me out into farm country to get our pumpkins. I got lots and lots of nice photos. Blogger won't let me share them. Bad Blogger! Another time perhaps.

And shoes for shoesday. They are nice, comfy, practical ,black, old hippie lady shoes. Oddly enough, I seem to have a number of comfortable, practical, black shoes. That gives me more cash for wild and happy scarves.

Monday was the whole day at the jail. In the hallway on the way to the classroom, I passed a young man with a black eye swollen tight closed, and colored like a plum . Never have I seen such a spectacular black eye as this young man was sporting!

One of my spanish-speaking students had a question for me, and the teacher, who usually translates, wasn't available, so I asked some of the other guys to help. Turns out,as an illegal immigrant, he was being returned to Mexico the next day and wondered if he should bother to take the test. "You may as well," I said. "It's paid for, you're here, I'm here to give it to you, and it's not like you had anything else to do right now." The english speaking guys roared. One of the bi-lingual guys translated, and the spanish-speaking guys roared. Evidently, the question, "Did you have some where else to be right now?" is a standing joke in jail.

And today is doing its best to prove that October is the wettest month of the year. The green leaves cling to the trees with the tenacity of octegenarian widows, and the red and yellow leaves get beaten down and washed into the gutters. I have heard that in other states, you can rake the leaves into big dry fluffy piles and play in them. Around here, you rake the leaves into heavy, soggy mats which you then scrape into the yard debris barrels. Then the garbage company takes it to the composting plant which processes the leaves into compost and sells them back to you at $25 a cubic yard next spring when you want to lighten the heavy clay soil in your garden. Yes, it would be cheaper to do your own composting, but there IS a bit of an art to it and you need to tend your compost almost as much as you must tend your tomatoes. I'd rather go to the farmer's market and pay someone else for the labor and skill required to produce fresh local veggies. Anyhow, with my black thumb, I could work like a coolie and still not get a thing fit to eat. No, if you want a thing done right, get a professional to do it.