And sunshine yet again

This is getting boring.  Well, we're promised rain Monday night.  Or maybe snow.

Speaking of snow, I've been waiting to hear news of our annual rite of "rescue the hunters."  November is Hunting Season up here in the Great North,  for which numbers of both native and furriner Nimrods hop into pickup trucks and vanish deep into the Wet Wild Wood.  And, often as not, get stranded thirty or forty miles back in on paper company logging roads when we get our first serious snow of the season. 

"Gee, snow.  Wonder how that happened?"

What part of "Maine" don't you understand?

That feels more . . . normal

Clouds have moved in.  We now return you to your regularly-scheduled programming.

Silly rodents

A number of houses still display pumpkins, carved and otherwise, from Halloween.  Pumpkins are food.  Therefore, the squirrels gnaw at them.  Anyway, just went out for a walk around the neighborhood and discovered one of the culprits in the act.  The tree-rat then jumped in through the mouth of the jack-o-lantern, bushy tail vanishing between the teeth, and then popped up through the lid to keep a beady rodent-eye on me until I had passed beyond safe distance...