I have to interject here that a few years back my computer got a bad bad virus on it. My bother Bob in Oklahoma said to bring down there next time I came and he would look at it. He rid the hard drive of bad things. He added a new dimension to my computer as well. Brothers will be brothers will be brothers, even when we are in adulthood and should act age-appropriately. What he added was a new sound which comes on anytime I shut down or restart my computer: The voice of a woman's blood-curdling scream:
I never remember that it is on there - I rarely shut down my computer.
"That wasn't me!" I exclaimed.
"My gosh!" the telecom man repeated. "I thought you electrocuted yourself!"
And it wasn't even Halloween.
This early evening I had a sink full of dirty dishes staring me in the face, and eaves full of leaves staring me down from above. I opted for the eaves of leaves, and carried one of our extra-tall ladders out from the barn and up the sides of the house.
And so, November 2nd, I am thankful that I have the ability to scamper up and down an extra-tall ladder.
Many, many times.