one of those days.

It's the kind of day that most people hate. Cool, rainy, dark, almost depressing. It's fall-what more could you expect? This is exactly the kind of day I love. No heat, no sun, the trees are dressed in their fall colors. The clouds are the kind that look like they could drop a hard rain or maybe a blanket of snow. Of course, it's too warm to snow, but one can always dream. And as the rain falls, it brings the yellow, red and orange leaves down with it, the wind stirring up the brown leaves already on the ground. In my front yard are mostly red leaved trees, save one tree that is yellow. But my favorite by far is the Japanese Maple. The color is that of blood-dark, crimson leaves with jagged points only this type of tree would have. It stands out among the other trees in the neighborhood and it's all mine. They charge a pretty hefty price at a nursery for Japanese Maples. Mine came with the house and is very old. When the sun shines, the leaves look like maroon tissue paper; when it rains, the tree resembles a paint brush dipped in shiny crimson paint. My photo doesn't do it justice.

Only 5 trick or treaters showed up last night. The first were 2 little black girls, one dressed as Ariel from The Little Mermaid, the other some sort of Disney princess. Possibly the cutest girls I've ever seen at Halloween. However, I must say, the whole princess thing needs to be banned. It tells little girls "Hey, look at me-dress like this and you could get some royal booty of your own". And Bratz? Can you say HO, kids? No one in real life looks like that OR acts like a perfect princess. There are no good role models any more. When I was little, I ripped the heads off of Barbies and cut their hair. That is, when I played with them. Most of the time I listened to 45's on my stereo or watched my Show and Tell, a cool invention with a record player and a screen to show a film slide that you stuck in a slot at the top. Gulliver's Travels was my favorite. Then I would explore the woods with my friends or climb the giant tree in our front yard. Nowadays, I guess that would be considered being a tomboy. Back then, it was just fun.

This weekend, I am going to a cabin in the mountains with my family. Not my favorite thing to do on a weekend, but it's only once a year and playing Pictionary with my Dad will give me enough laughs to last the whole week. As long as I have a book and my MP3 player, I should survive. And my little quote book-I'm sure someone will say something worthy of writing down.

Time to get prepared for another episode of LOST. Next week will be it for a while-I might have withdrawals. Hopefully HEROES can sustain me through that difficult time. And The Office. And Prison Break. CSI is starting to bore me, even though Grissom is some great eye candy. But sometimes that just isn't enough. Everything else is crap. I wish I still had cable...but, alas, I am too poor for that AND internet service. There's alot of crap on cable too, but I do miss The Learning Channel, Sci-Fi, Discovery and Comedy Central. Maybe when I grow up, I can afford such luxuries.