Guess Mags can now call me her old man! She was kind enough to join me for an evening excursion so that I could celebrate in style.
I'll probably reserve my winter coat for extra freezing temperatures given recent news reports. (check out this NPR piece: "Winter Wear Goes to the Dogs.")
You must admit though, it does look mighty fine.
iPhone photo by Arthur Provenz (nice sepia effect, Artie!)
This year, I made it out to the Halloween Howl. Thank heavens she spared me the mortification of donning a costume. I was simply a spectator, like the people standing on park benches craning their necks for a good look. Here are some of the costumes sported by my four-legged friends:
I was surprised on my morning walk to discover that the beagle -- a hound dog vs. a working dog -- was the breed of choice for the bed bug epidemic that has seized the city.
Thankfully, I've not seen a bed bug, and I'd like to keep it that way.
I figured that the least I could do would be to support local artists. That and the parks which I frequent day and night. I saw some interesting artwork, but if you ask me, the pieces had nothing on that cute wheaton who caught my eye.
If I keep this up, I'm going to get a bad reputation (see exhibit A, below). I got a bit too well acquainted with the tulips last year and this year I'm doing the same. I really do respect the volunteer gardeners. I promise I'll try to keep my distance!
"One man's pleasure is another man's poison"...or something like that. In any case, flights were canceled, schools were closed, people were stranded and I could not have been happier (sorry!). All my time in the South conspired to make snow a real novelty and I do my best to embrace it to the fullest. Even if it does mean making my beard even whiter.