It's balmy today, probably over 60°F, or at least 60-ish, but it's damp. Not raining, just gray and damp and very Oregon. It's so dark here. We are so much further north than I was in Massachusetts. It's starting to get dark by 5:00 p.m. and it's black as night until 7:30 a.m.
I had forgotten how many trees there are here that do change color. It's no New England leaf-peeping season for sure, but some of the trees on campus are really splendid.
The president's office had cookies and cider available all day for everyone on campus as a little Halloween treat. The halls of the building I worked in smelled of mulling spices. I had a maple-frosted donut for breakfast and a pumpkin-shaped sugar cookie as an afternoon snack.
Earlier this week, I let Maddie and Riley stay up late to watch the Charlie Brown Halloween special on TV; they seemed to enjoy the fun of being up late and certain parts of the show, but they'd never watched commercial TV before and got amusingly idignant about the ads. "When will Snoopy be back? When will Charlie Brown be back?" I had not watched that show in years and years and years, and I had completely forgotten about the (rather long) Snoopy-as-WWI-flying-ace subplot. I sense that in the days when therapy was rare and PTSD was not a diagnosis, Charles M. Schultz was using his medium as a place to work through some serious issues.
We're going to a fall festival potluck tonight at Maddie and Riley's preschool. I made an old-school, original Moosewood cookbook recipe for vegetable pâté. It has green beans, hard-boiled eggs, sautéed onion, walnuts, a bit of vinegar, and a pinch of nutmeg. Sounds kinda gross, right? It's actually hearty and delicious, although it does not, I don't think, taste "like chopped liver," as the cookbook would have you believe. Many of the preschool activities this week have revolved around cooking and other preparations for the festival.
Tomorrow we'll drive down to my dad's and go trick-or-treating in his neighborhood and to various friends' houses. Maddie and Riley are so excited about their costumes and about the trick-or-treating and candy.
I like fall.*
*Although I do not like turning back the clocks and am dreading my Sunday morning wake-up call from the twins. They are normally up around 6:30 and I think it is highly likely that I will be up around 5:30 on Sunday. Ugh.