Boo!

Resident funny man leaves for a day at community college...  It was a toss-up between this hat, his angel wings, or his inflatable sumo wrestler suit.

In honor of All Hallow's Eve, I offer a favorite poem:

A Shropshire Lad

The gas was on in the Institute, The flare was up in the gym, A man was running a mineral line, A lass was singing a hymn, When Captain Webb the Dawley man, Captain Webb from Dawley, Came swimming along the old canal That carried the bricks to Lawley, Swimming along, swimming along, Swimming along from Severn, And paying a call at Dawley Bank While swimming along to Heaven. The sun shone low on the railway line And over the bricks and stacks, And in at the upstairs windows Of the Dawley houses’ backs, When we saw the ghost of Captain Webb, Webb in a water sheeting, Come dripping along in a bathing dress To the Saturday evening meeting. Dripping along, dripping along, To the Congregational Hall; Dripping and still he rose over the sill And faded away in a wall. There wasn’t a man in Oakengates That hadn’t got hold of the tale, And over the valley in Ironbridge, And round by Coalbrookdale, How Captain Webb the Dawley man, Captain Webb from Dawley, Rose rigid and dead from the old canal That carried the bricks to Lawley, Rigid and dead, rigid and dead, To the Saturday congregation, And paying a call at Dawley Bank On his way to his destination. John Betjeman

Hopefully I can get some more sewing done today--I have some silver lame and some blue lace fabric and I want to make some lovely wintery looking bags suitable for Chanukah and other occasions.  And I have some terrific Christmas vintage-inspired fabric all cut out and ready to sew AND some wonderful real vintage fabric of flocked deer on a dark green background...wonderful!  But at some point, I have to wash and groom the staff--!  An all-day job, that.