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My amorous teenage neighbors reminded me that today is Ascension Day, 40 days after Easter. I figure just as important as Christmas. One holiday gets the God-Human on earth. The other gets the entity off-planet. Without Ascension Day we'd have the most famous tomb in the world or we'd have to delete all those post-resurrection events and sayings of Jesus's "life."

The junge also remind me that in a buggy the driver's seat is on the wrong side, on the right. These courting buggies let you see what's going on. Is that related to British cars with drivers on the right? Front buggy has an outing bag of perhaps picnic items hanging on back axle.

first freeze

The first snow at Monterey this fall. Our uncarved pumpkin doesn't have much more time as an attractive vegetable.

But i'ts holding out against the 19 degrees along with the mums, trying to soak up the sun.

Last evening I drove back from Souderton, arriving home minutes after 10 p.m. It always amazes me--that driving 50 mph doesn't take much longer than 60 mph.

45 and 50 was the best the traffic could do on the turnpike and 202 and 30. When I turned off on Monterey Road creeping was the only sane speed. I understand why school's on 2-hour delay. I'm glad they didn't cancel.