things I like about you:

1. your sense of humor, especially when you're not showing off
   
2. the way I can lean against you and you always immediately turn your body towards me without even thinking about it
   
3. knowing exactly how far I can push you--and knowing when it's time to push you too far
   
4. the efforts and the strides you've made towards becoming a real human being in the past year and a half
   
5. your poetry and sense of rhythm
   
6. that you let me sleep on your shoulder and don't mind when I steal all of the covers
   
7. that I've cried more tears in front of you than I have any other human being--and you still like me
   
8. the way we can talk to each other at a pitch that nobody else can hear
   
9. that I can come to you, whine about things, and you generally have something cogent to say that makes me think about things in a new light
   
10. your passionate interest in things you like (and, yes, that includes me)
    
11. that you are an all-around good human being with a fine heart and a few rough edges
    

...as well as a bunch of other reasons.

[see? I did write about you. so there.]

I had a lovely, lovely time at the Halloween party last night. Laura and Bryan hosted, and a nice mixture of people showed up.

I went as an air spirit, with my silver nightgown and my huge wings on. I found out that the wings are *not* necessarily the best of ideas in a crowded enviornment. Heh.

I crashed there last night due to the extreme lateness of the hour, and woke late this morning. After lying around waiting for motivation for a while, we wandered up to Shari's for brunch. I finally started towards home at about 3:30.

On the way there, I picked up a pumpkin. When i came home, I tossed some newspapers on the table and commenced scraping out and carving my pumpkin. When i was done with that, I sat for a while and seperated pumpkin seeds from the goop.

I thought for a while about a group of women, having shooed the children off with their fathers, sitting seperating the pumpkin seeds for roasting, the younger ones running back and forth to the kitchen while the older ones seperate seeds from goop faster than one would think possible. They sit and tell each other Samhain stories, talking about dead relatives, speaking of old grudges and loves and wondering "whatever happened to..."

Candles are lit and there's cider simmering, and the seeds are soaked in brine for a couple of hours and then baked. They're snacks for the Samhain dinner the next day.

I washed the seeds in the colander contemplatively. Swish, swish, pick, pick. After they were good and clean, I boiled some water and poured it over the seeds, mixing in sea salt and garlic powder. I let the seeds soak for a couple of hours before draining and baking them.

As is tradition, i burned both my fingers and my tongue sampling the seeds before they were quite cool. And tomorrow, i will have pumpkin seeds in my lunch.

Mmmmm.

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