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This picture is “Waiting for Grandad.”  Left to right we have, EMT, JCountry and Gaffer.  Pardon my over-crowded house.

Four men in the house and anytime that we can get all four in one room, a game happens.  The latest “greatest” game is 1942, Axis and Allies.  The challenge is getting them all in one room.

The first thing that happened was EMT disappeared.  Literally, disappeared.  He left, on Friday night, to go help with Bingo at the fire department and never returned.  He told me he might just sleep at the department, but would be home in the morning. 

EMT has a bad habit of not letting us know what he is doing.  He is twenty, so it is hard to complain; however, I have repeatedly explained to him that it is a matter of courtesy to let the people you live with know when to expect you back.  Heck, it is even a matter of your own safety, as we have a relative who died when his car flipped over and he wasn’t found for three days.  The first two days he lived. 

So, the first day EMT was missing, I grumbled about him all day.  I left the outside light on until 3am and then swore and went to sleep.  The second day, I began to worry a bit.  Late that day we called his friends.  Why is it no one is ever home when you call them for something really important?  Late that day we drove around.  No one was at the fire department.  No one was at his friend’s house. 

At seventy-two hours, we went to the police and filed a report on him, missing, in our car.   He has had a problem with a couple of guys and we were concerned they had cornered him and beaten him to a pulp and left him in the woods.  We drove around staring between trees for our red van.   Our County is wooded.

Two hours later, when we arrived home from the police station and driving around, for the second time, Gaffer decided to make a library run for books, movies and high speed.  Twenty minutes later, Gaffer calls and lets us know that he is parked next to our Red Van at the library, and will call if his brother is in the library.

YUP!  That’s where we found EMT, after seventy-two hours.  During the time he was missing, he had gone camping, torn apart a car with a friend, and made money scrapping the parts, done Christmas shopping, and gone to the library.  He really does not understand why we were so upset.  In the meantime, my hair is grey!!!

EMT, anticipating leaving for the Army in January, where he will be the problem of the U.S. Government and they can figure out where he is, brought home the Harry Potter Clue game.  He gave it to the family for Christmas and wanted to get a lot of gaming in before he left.  He also figured it was maybe a game I would play.  He was right.

Playing games is akin to having a kidney infection, for me.  I am more a knit and giggle with daughter, while games are going on, preferably with a glass of Bailey’s in hand, kind of gal.  There are now three games I will willingly play: Cribbage, Dominoes and Harry Potter Clue. 

I should be cleaning my piles of projects out of the front room and baking pies or cookies for our Thanksgiving dinner, instead I am blogging and listening to Gaffer speak with a Russian accent as he rolls his dice to defend Russia from Germany.  The are figuratively spitting at each other, I am told.  JCountry is Germany.  Gaffer is Russia.  Granddad is back in from his disappearance to my studio and all is well with our world.

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I hate telephones. Good news is never delivered by telephone. It’s always bad news. Car wrecks in the middle of the night. Your kid did something at school that requires your attendance. And, when someone doesn’t have the guts to face you, they deliver their news by telephone.

Nineteen year old EMT has been coming home less and less. He is, sort-of, an adult at nineteen, even though he has not finished high school. He started late, due to home schooling, so he is set to graduate this May. Now, with less than three months of school to go, he announced, over the phone of course, that he is moving out.

Is he going to move in with a friend and party all weekend? No! Does he have his own pad where he can play loud music and drink all the energy drinks he wants? No! What he has is a family who lives near the Fire Department.

Okay, I know, I should be happy about this. It’s not drugs or alcohol, although I do think he is smoking again. Part of his reasoning is that he will be closer to the action, to respond to calls, and I am pretty sure the other part of his reason is a girl.

Yes, I know, the kid has a job now, and he is almost twenty. But, I would have been a lot happier if he would have waited until graduation. 

I would have been even happier if he would have delivered his news in person, and not over the telephone.

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Halloween used to be one night but it seems to last a full week now. This past weekend, JRockGuitarMan helped the fire department with their haunted forest. For $7.00, you get on a wagon and ride through the woods. With JRockGuitarMan driving, it may be a wild ride. I am assuming things jump out at you and monsters stir. There is also a huge tent. I have not paid my fee, so I am not privy to the haunted world and I keep forgetting to ask him exactly what the ride entails. Since cars are parked as far as you can see, I am guessing it is a good ride.

I purchased pumpkins early last week and set them on the porch. In the picture above, they are on the ground, but that was just for a picture. Being the observant children they are, the boys walk in that door all the time and just noticed them yesterday. Granted they are knee-deep in the fallen leaves, the pumpkins—not the boys, but they are still visible. They will probably carve them one evening, if not, they will be turned into pies. Did you know that the first jack-o’-lanterns were carved from turnips or rutabaga?

Thanks to trusty Wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halloween for that tidbit.

The pumpkin carving is for our enjoyment, alone. We live rural enough that we do not get trick or treaters here. That has been the drawback of our last couple of houses. I love living rural but I miss seeing the kids in their costumes.

I also miss my pumpkin soup, but I am the only one who eats it and I hate making it just for myself. But, being on my new “you deserve a treat” kick while trying to eat better, I just may do it. We usually get a couple of extra pumpkins and process and freeze the meat to make our Thanksgiving pumpkin pies. We also make two pies out of canned pumpkins for the white bread weenies in the family.

Our town has a great tradition. Downtown is a church/parking lot, with “Trunk or Treating.” The parishioners park, open and decorate their trunks and sometimes whole car. They play ghostly sounds as they sit in their lawn chairs passing out goodies. Parents can take little ones to get guaranteed safe treats, from the shops in town and from the church and the teens enjoy it too. I think they have a bit of stuff inside for the kids too. Artists’ Drive is another tradition the boys do every year. The residents of this long road try to out-ghost one another in the quality of their treats.

The outside decorations are not bad either.

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