Carvin’ Time.
UPDATE: After we got back and unpacked and settled from the Grand Junction trip, Katherine cajoled us into pumpkin carving (“Oh, twist my arm, honey!”). First Mor-far and her, then me and her. The “her” part consisted mostly of the cajoling, desultory picking out of seeds for drying, and playing with carving the little shell bits from the pumpkin. She got the men-folk to do the real work, which, I suppose, is not surprising.
Jim’s pumpkin looks great. Mine is adequate. That’s both my assessment and Kitten’s (reinforced by her several times, I note).
We already had a pumpkin purchased (by me, the same day that Margie told Katherine that it was “too early” to buy one). Somehow, while I was at Convention, Margie and Katherine purchased two more while in Grand Junction, which meant they had to be transported all the way back home, which is just as crazy as it sounds, but, hey, it made for extra pumpkins.
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