Halloween Colors

We were standing with Adam, waiting for a table at Travis’s favorite sushi restaurant, Fugaku.

“I’ve got a good one for you, Adam. Cheezits seem to be the snack food of choice lately, and we’re all eating out of this one box from our nifty food cupboard. However, I know I am the last one to have any, and I’m thinking to myself as I bite down, darn these things are soggy, which makes no sense given how quickly they’re consumed.

Two days after my last Cheezit, Diane pulls the box out of the cupboard, and then the wax paper-like bag out of the box, and plops it on the counter. I’m standing a few feet away and I glance back at the bag and see something small and dark nestled among the orange. My brain begs to process the small and dark as something, anything, other than a dead mouse, but fails. Of course Diane then asks the question I didn’t want to hear, ëWhat killed the mouse?’ I figure that’s what’s going to kill me.”

Adam sensing my anxiety, charitably responds, “We know what the mouse died from. He caught old-age from Mike.”

Matt’s new G5 iMac was delivered yesterday by Fedex. Yes, only in Acton, would they leave a computer in a bright white box, graphics on both sides, and convenient carrying handle on top, sitting exposed on the front porch.