Every day- my lovely husband sends me a picture of my V. Today I was lucky, and received three photos. Now I am sharing with you- V just had his five month birthday.. I can hardly believe it.

Monday, was the last day of fall. Here, the furthest edge of summer, in chilled September mornings. Ghost and goblins lurking around each corner- peeking through tattered sheets with cut-out eyes; pumpkins under feet. A black cat crosses, and mysterious murmers rustle through the leaves.

So badly this year I want to host a Halloween party. Each year I think it's a great idea, and yet it passes by, undone. If only the time. My obsession with magazines keeps me a subscriber to a handful of like glossy pages. Martha Stewart "Living" may be my favorite. She is hated and adored by so many- but what a clever, clever cat she is. The October issue is full of frightfully delightful ideas, tempting me once again to conjure up dreams of hosting the most marvelous masquerade on the block- kettle cider over a fire, bobbing for apples, spooky decor, and kiddies galloping around in the yard.

Times are so busy- back to work, miserable, and hiding under looming hours of overtime. We are struggling to tie up the last loose ends on our business deal- forever finding snag after snag... it has come to a few more pieces of red tape, and one last missing lump sum of our down payment. If only we can scrounge up what we need- maybe this boat will finally sail. For almost a decade, this has been my dream.
TO be, or not to BE.
We shall see.
xoxoxo