I got a hair cut for the first time in 8 months. I looked like a hag. The stylist cut my hair too short so now I look like Buster Brown. At least it will grow out in a couple of months. It's funny, if I was a teen, it would be catastrophic. As an adult, I don't really care.
It is frigging cold this morning. 32 dgrees. The winds have stopped and all of this cold air just settles.
Joe and Katie crashed early after polishing of a bottle or two of wine. The next door neighbor gave us a taste of a $200 bottle he opened up. I thought it tasted like soap. Joe thought it wasn't good either.
We went to the party on the cul de sac last night and stayed for about an hour. We then got some beach chairs and parked ourselves in the driveway to hand out candy. There was over a hundred. I think there were quite a few imported kids - mainly Hispanic. They want theie kids to be in a safe place for Halloween. I can't blame them and we don't mind. We had plenty of candy. There was also what looked like severely disabled kids from a group home. Group homes, rehab places are all over the place here in California. Nothing you can do about it if you don't like it. Katie's brother and his neighbors are having fits up in Sequim, Washington about a methadone center going in on Indian land. There is no homeless problem up there right now, nor is there any drug problem. Most of the residents are retirees and their drug of choice is marijuana for ailments and pain. What they fear is that people will be brought up for rehab, relapse, and end up back on the streets in their beautiful town. They are going to fight it tooth and nail. I can't blame them.
We have Halloween candy leftover. It will get eaten eventually.
Tonight for dinner. HMMM. A nearby restaurant has a special on fish and chips. Maybe I can get Joe and Katie interested. If not, I will have to come up with something for dinner. Maybe 4 cheese pizza with a tomato sauce that has been buffered with a little baking soda and cream. Yeah. That sounds good. Chit! I am out of fresh basil. Means I will have to go to the store. That is the story of my life: cook, clean and go to the grocery.