Carey Burns

Earlier this morning, a roar of thunder shook my office and I got to thinking of all the times it rained on Halloween when I was growing up. Many years, it kept us home. Back then, it was the end of the world but looking back as an adult, I have to give my mom credit for carting six kids into town in the station wagon to let them run slightly amok with the other trick-or-treaters. The weather report says we're due for temps in the high seventies on Halloween and I hope its true. I love seeing the kiddos come up to the house, even though I usually turn candy duty over to the hubby. (he's truly a kid at heart) Halloween is more special to me than any other holiday. Its a night where you welcome a total stranger to your door. To me it isn't always the scare or the costume or the candy. I know the origins of the holiday and what it evolved into in the US. For me, its neighbors being neighborly. Its sharing your bounty. Its a sense of trust and goodness. Its a childlike sens

Greetings! Recovery is still going pretty well and I'm "walking" without using crutches or that zippy kneeling scooter thing. I'm still not in a real shoe yet, but last night  I slept without wearing the walking shoe. It felt nice to let my foot breathe!!! On another foot-related note, I'm now a big fan of Epsom salts. My toe still looks pretty ugly and maybe one of these days I'll post a picture for you non-squeamish people to see what I'm talking about. Since it is October, you know I've had big ideas for decorating and going fun places and doing all the things, but I've had to really tone it down. The first heartbreak was saying no to Iron Invasion this year. I couldn't see myself tromping around a fairground in the rain with crutches or getting my walking shoe all mucked-up. The second thing I had to say no to was working with a local reporter on a Halloween story. I just didn't have the time or energy to do what was needed for th