Sad story.
But guess what I have for you!!
It's a pumpkin. That the man carved.
We got together with some friends last Monday to watch the presidential debate and carve pumpkins. I picked the design, started to carve it out, and before I knew it I handed the knife over to TC (maybe had something to do with his frequent "Be careful Gordi," and general nervousness at my haphazard handling of a rather large knife). And then before I knew it, it actually looked like a ghost, rather than Yoda (which was what it most closely resembled when I was in charge).
TC's patience, precision and skill with a carving knife all were astounding. What's also astounding is that I think that this was the first time in our 12 years of married life that we carved pumpkins.
All lit up!
So pretty.
I sprayed it down with a clorox & water solution which kept the mold at bay until yesterday, when the pumpkin started to stink. So, we took an elevator ride to the top floor of our building (8th), and dropped it down the trash chute. We listened to it pick up speed and whistle before it smashed into the dumpster below. Such a satisfying end to a cute little pumpkin.
