November 1st, 2004



It was a little early in the season, but we got a dose of Indian summer yesterday. It was a gorgeous day, with temperatures reaching the mid-seventies. I spent the afternoon outside doing yard work. Mowed the lawn for the final time this season, got the mower ready for storage, and threw the tarp over it for the winter. Put the grill away, too.

Indoors I started moving stuff out of the living room so I can start thinking about painting and ripping up the carpet. It'll be tricky, because I really can't move everything out. At very least, I'll have to work around the couch. I did haul the bikes down to the basement and hang them up for the winter. That was depressing. I think I only rode them three times this year.

It was also Halloween, so I got to hand out candy to the local kids. There were fewer than last year, only thirty-two. I think some of the older kids who showed up last year have finally given it up. Now I have a big bowl of candy that keeps calling my name.

I managed to finish one of the books I've been reading, The Demolished Man by Alfred Bester, and I'm most of the way through Angelmass by Timothy Zahn. The Demolished Man is a lot like a Columbo episode. I was never a big fan of Columbo, even though watched it a lot. I like mysteries, but Columbo wasn't really that kind of series. You knew right from the start who did it. It's really not even a police procedural, because you always got the impression that Columbo knew exactly who did it from the beginning, too. It's all about the psychological battle between the Columbo and the killer. The only mystery was how the killer would inevitably trip up. Collapse )