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 HAPPY HALLOWEEN..............................

We made it through hurricane Sandy with no scars.  A few windy days with gusts to about 25 mph and unmeasurable rain gave way to a crisp sunrise this morning.  As meteorologists began predicting the perfect storm  to make landfall somewhere along the northeast coast, we anxiously watched to see where Jim Cantore would be stationed.  After experiencing three hurricanes in about a 6-week span in 2004, cleaning up debris and destruction for weeks, we knew this storm was going to be more devastating that anything we could imagine.  Only about 1 1/2 hours away from us in the higher elevations, the mountains received 12" and more of heavy snowfall.  I brought in some of my potted porch plants and removed Halloween and fall decorations so they wouldn't land in Clay County.  During the two days of rainy, windy, raw conditions I made a hearty pasta e fagioli zuppa and started mending a very tattered quilt that my mother made for Lauria.
It has a few holes large enough for a golden retriever to jump through.

The cold front dropped our temperatures to mid 40's during the stormy days and we ran the woodstove for those few days.  We have plenty of split wood and years worth of downed trees in our forest.
The other day Cliff stopped in the Verizon store to find out why his iphone wouldn't alert him when a text came in.........or something like that.  I find the Verizon store boring so I walked to Logan's Run thrift store, one of my favorite thrift stores for their work with rescuing, chipping, neutering and placing dogs in good homes.  I found this winter jacket that was in made in Russian with a purple price tag of $5.00.  At the counter I was told the purple tag meant it was half-price!  After tax, I paid $2.67..................what a deal!
We have at least a dozen thrift shops here in Murphy and they all seem to be making it.  Another of my favorites is the shop where proceeds go to a battered women's shelter.

Two Halloween images to end this post......................
 Suddenly a bat appeared hanging upside down on our porch ceiling......................
Mark's newly adopted black cat, Panther................................



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