10-31-01 W 4:15 PM

I need to change the clock on the mantel. Check email. My mom is here. She wanted to be here for Ada's first Halloween. I'm tired and crabby as usual. I typed fifteen minutes before school started this morning. I read the first part of The Secret Sharer. The secret sharer is the inner Mr. Hyde we share ourselves with. Ho-hum. A witch, a tiger-princess, a fairy princess, two devils, and three ninjas came to class today. We checked our homework and read spooky tales like "The Golden Arm" and "Wait Until Martin Comes," and "Taily-Po" and others. Then the kids wrote their own scary stories, and we carved the pumpkin. I asked if they wanted a scary pumpkin or a happy pumpkin. Seventeen scaries and one vote for happy. Then we cut out letters and ghosts and bats and things for our parade banner. Then the kids read their stories: ghosts that eat children, that kind of thing. We watched "Mad Monster Party." Rochelle brought cupcakes and a cute little duck named Ada. There was a union meeting after school. It was boring and aimless, but at least I'm not alone in hating the principal. OK, that's it. Now what? I haven't read the newspaper yet. Game Four of the World Series is on soon. I roasted the pumpkin seeds, but I left them in a little too long. I just got a vodka and margarita mix shiver. What else? Ugh. I'll find a photo to post on the next page so I won't have to think of that much more to write. 

Here's Ada in New Rochelle, New Jersey at cousin Krista's house. I should email them. What else? My mom's bagging on Persians. That's it.