We came, we saw, we concurred

That slogan was on a t-shirt at the Rally to Restore Sanity/and or Fear that I attended Saturday.  Me and 214,999 other peaceful citizens.  I would post my photos but they were all pretty bad.  I have mostly the back of other folks heads.  I had a new camera and wasn't familiar with its controls.  That's my excuse anyway.  I won't get into much analysis of the event, but will say it was very refreshing to be with people who weren't whining about taxes and government takeovers or socialism.  In fact, I bet most of the people there actually know what socialism is.  Very refreshing.

I do have some halloween pics and will post those here for your amusement.  I aim to please.

 Jackson is a shrub and Jake is threatening to prune him

 Georgia is the old family standby pumpkin

 Evie is a princess wearing the dress grandma gave her for her birthday

Peyton is a ninja

Happy birthday Pete

The best thing that happened on October 17, 1982, was the birth of Pete Woody.  I know this because I was there and I lived with Pete for a number of years.  Please enjoy these never before published photos of P.V. Woody and you'll agree with me, he is one special birthday boy.

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Poor little Tippy

Little Tippy has once again required an emergency trip to the vet and now has a lovely collar to wear for 10 days.  On Monday night, unbeknownst to us, she was attacked by an animal with canine teeth, according to the vet.  Now that could be a dog, or possum, or raccoon.  She came in the house in a rush like something had scared her, and we did not see her at breakfast the next morning.  I knew then something was wrong, and feel very badly for not checking her out when she came in the house Monday night.  When I picked her up Tuesday morning, I felt that a chunk of her back leg was missing.  She ran away and hid under the bed.  Paul got her out and took her to the vet.  Just like the last time she was injured, she developed an infection with a very high fever.  She spent 2 nights at the vet and has stitches up the back of her leg, in her hamstring area.

Surprisingly, she hates her collar (a nice blue bandanna pattern) and quite nimbly can reach the stitches to give them a yank before she tips over.  She's one unhappy kitty now; just wait till tomorrow when she learns she can't go out.

It's going to be a long 10 days.