Today I bagged all the leaves. I raked the front yard while the neighbors mowed up theirs and bagged it. I figured that was a good idea. It was but it still took a long time. I could barely make one pass up and down before the bag was full. By the time I was done, I only had 3 or 4 bags left. The neighbor's trees still have some leaves so hopefully that's enough to cover it.
Nana and papaw are here. They took the kids trick-or-treating. Daniel was a dinosaur and Lila was a ladybug. Both were super cute. We went to Famous Dave's afterwords and ate enough to puke. Now I'm super tired since I've been sick for a week, walked over a mile last night and tonight, and raked leaves all afternoon.
And now a poem I will try to remember that I came up with yesterday:
What is woman that she is so desirable?
Is it her curves?
Her breasts, her thighs?
Or the velvet between her legs?
No, it is her mind.
Everything else is skin and fat and tissue.
Her mind is what controls her, what makes her sensuous,
What takes that flesh and turns into femininity.
Wars have been fought over the beauty of a woman,
But only her mind can make a man complete,
Can challenge you, inspire you, love you,
Life you higher than you can dream,
Make you feel wanted, strong and desired.
It can also tear you down,
Make you feel lower than dirt,
Make you feel unwanted, alone, and miserable.
This world is still ruled mostly by men,
But women will always be there to make men rise and fall in their own minds.
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