Woke up to snow today. Our Halloween activities were impacted by Ol' Man Winter -- Trunk or Treat cancelled, running through the sleet to get to the Halloween recital (piano book soaked). "Davy Jones Plays His Organ" was heard by the residents of a local nursing home, except that it was Luke and he was playing the piano. For only having two months of lessons under his belt the boy did phenomenally well, as he does whenever HE decides to do something (as opposed to when it's my idea).
Now he's embarked on his first sewing project -- a costume of some character from Homestar Runner -- don't ask me who or why, I really don't care or want to know anything about it. As long as he's happy Trick-or-Treating with his buddies, I'm happy.
