Friday Afternoon Confessional: Turning into a pumpkin
I confess that outside of work I’m going to have a pretty narrow focus for the next couple of weeks. I am running a half-marathon in two weeks and the team I root for in baseball, the Detroit Tigers, is in the playoffs. So until I’ve completed the half-marathon, there’s a pretty good chance when I’m not working or sleeping I’ll be running or watching baseball. Thankfully, my wife is even more insistent on watching baseball than I am. She, for instance, is perfectly OK with saying she will only go out if we go somewhere we can drink beer and watch the game. I appreciate such arrangements but will not insist on them.
I confess I’m kind of addicted to hot caramel apple cider at Tim Horton’s. This admission reminds me that I also enjoy Tim Horton’s pumpkin donuts. I see a lot of complaints about “pumpkin overload” on Twitter, but I embrace our pumpkin overlords. Pumpkin bread is good, especially if you toss in some chocolate chips, and I’ve had some pretty damn good pumpkin beers. In fact, the only thing I’ve encountered that seems to push the limits of the pumpkin craze is pumpkin coffee. Of course, it could have just been a bad pumpkin coffee. There very well may be a pumpkin coffee I’d love.
I confess I didn’t watch the presidential debates because I confess I cannot conceive of one possible reason I’d want to watch the presidential debates. I have no interest in discussing specific politics, but I did notice something interesting about the election here in Toledo. There are a shit ton of issues on the ballot. Most of them seem to be to renew levies for various public facilities and services. I assume it’s a strategic move to get these votes on the same ballot as a presidential election since it will have a better turnout and higher turnout always seems to be good for votes on things like helping libraries, saving museums, funding schools and caring for the mentally ill. How much damage has been done to our cities, states and public institutions because of their pleas for funding coming in an off-election year? I shudder to think.
And now is the time, good reader, when I invite you to share tales of things you did that might make you shudder to remember. If sharing doesn’t help, maybe we’ll discuss it more over a pumpkin beer with a slice of pumpkin pie.
p.c. I confess I think I may have dropped the ball on our Wednesday writing project for this space. I was a little unclear on how it will work, and ended up not doing anything for this reason. Next week, however, I will post something regardless. I will just go with my understanding of what we’re doing and see where it takes us.
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