It was a beautiful weather day. My favorite meteorologist, Paul Gross, prefaced the impending cold spell by proclaiming: “You KNOW we’ve been living on borrowed time.  After all, it’s the middle of October!”

That warning didn’t sound good.

Well, so much for that – it was good while it lasted, and we were blessed with another stellar Fall day.

The leaves are everywhere, a result of that wicked wind yesterday. My neighbor’s tree has turned a vibrant shade of red, usually the precursor for dropping all its leaves in about a week’s time.

Most of the harvest and Halloween décor on the Boulevard was restored to its former glory… that, of course, which didn’t end up in the next city … or county.

During my daily treks through the neighborhoods, and down Emmons Boulevard, I have plenty of time to take a gander at this year’s collection of creepy clowns, spooky souls, gory and ghoulish monsters, humongous spiders, plus the most macabre sights straight from the graveyard.  It seems that the mummies, black cats, and even witches, to a certain extent, are now passé.

Skeletons and bones are pretty popular in front yards.

Those skeletons that are dangling from trees, their bones rattling in the slightest breeze, could scare a body if you walk by and don’t see them first.

Then there are the bones – femurs and tibias, fibulas and humerus bones, all laying helter-skelter on the lawn as if rising out of a grave. It makes me think about “Dem Bones”, the song we learned as kids, about how all those bones are connected –  you know:  “the back bone’s connected to the neck bone, the neck bone’s connected to the head bone” and on and on it goes.

And then there’s this skeleton with his crisp white shirt and red tie, in a category all his own.

Clearly his neck bone is not connected to his head bone. In fact, I detect a little angst going on.

There are meek and mild and very cute decorations as well as this clever skeleton you see above. I’ve collected pictures of those too, all to be included in upcoming blog posts, as I memorialize my steps, while striving to reach my year-end walking goal.  I am at 631 miles at present.

Those photos and posts hopefully will be a diversion as we get through the next few weeks of election madness.

As I close out this post, so I, too, can listen to the presidential debate, (even though, as a Canadian, I cannot vote), I leave you with this heady thought:

The upcoming election: everyone has a skeleton or two in their closet, but it’s nothing to lose your head over.