Weather: Cold, dark, and scary.
The night-vision feature on my camera really comes in handy on a night like this…
Tonight is the coldest Halloween we’ve had since Emily started Trick-or-Treating. It’s 34Â°F outside, which translates to 1Â° Celsius, and my daughter gamely insisted on wearing her witch costume with only long-johns underneath. We posed the photo above, and then went off with all the other neighborhood goblins in search of candy and mischief.
We made it a whole block before she asked me to hold her pointed hat. It kept fouling her earmuffs. A block later, she finally agreed to put on the fluffy pink winter jacket I was carrying for her, abandoning any pretense of scariness. After three blocks, she asked me to carry her goody bag, as it had become heavy with loot. We stopped off at the house and emptied her take into a large bowl, the better to go out and get some more.
Greedy little ghoul…
Here’s a shot taken with the flash, so you can see how scary she looked to the local villagers. Of course, they emptied their pantries at the mere sight of her, so terrifying was her countenance.
Scarlet O’Baron is wired for heat, wearing her snow-tires, and ready for Winter. On our way home from work tonight, we slashed through traffic like Freddy Krueger taking a stroll down Elm Street. The poor old SUVs didn’t stand a chance, they were lambs to the slaughter.
Here’s something strange, however… I haven’t seen the Mysterious Red KLR Guy in a long, long time. But there’s this fellow on a modern black scooter, dressed in black Aerostich gear just like the M.R.K.G., and he rides the same route at the same time every day. We wave at each other, just like I did with the M.R.K.G., and I can only come to the conclusion that these are one-and-the-same rider.
Unfortunately, whenever I encounter him, I’ve always got someplace to get to, and a timetable to keep. But one of these days, I’m going to turn around and chase him down, to establish his identity once and for all. He rides a KLR, and now, maybe he commutes by scooter too. We have way too much in common for us not to be friends.
Unless he is my doppelgÃ¤nger, of course.
From Merriam Webster Online:
Main Entry: dopÂ·pelÂ·gÃ¤ngÂ·er
Etymology: German DoppelgÃ¤nger, from doppel- double + -gÃ¤nger goer
1 : a ghostly counterpart of a living person
Imagine if I did catch up to him, and he removed his helmet, and he looked just like me!
Now, wouldn’t that be spooky?