Fifty sacks of rice
fifty petit fours
fifty dancing Ganeshas
fifty sun salutes plus another fifty plus eight
fifty great novels to read
fifty massages
fifty Cadbury’s fruit and nut bars
fifty Chocoloves with sea salt
fifty full moons
fifty new moons
fifty brand new comic books
fifty acres of farmland
fifty new episodes of “House”
fifty jasmine buds
fifty pieces of magenta chalk
fifty friendship bracelets

After ridiculously hosting that poor pumpkin, the squirrels finally found a way to eat the thing, and they did.
I carved a Jack O’ Lantern, tried to light it without luck, but it did survive for a day. Halloween having passed, I took it out to the compost where the squirrels aren’t interested.
Meanwhile, there’s a mouse in my house. Black, velvety, fast. Now I’m obsessed with the idea the place smells like mouse. And it’s the reason I’m still up at 2:30am.