Gringo Jones and Mr. Wizard

This morning we stayed at home, drank tea, watched the trees and squirrels outside, and did three loads of laundry while working our way through some readings on the Japanese metabolists. The readings are due monday, the trees are turning yellow at the edges, and the laundry was on its way to overtaking our bedroom. It is so nice to be able to do laundry without quarters and to do it in the comfort of one's own home. Luxury. 

This afternoon around 3, I put one of our large Mexican blankets on the futon, which made the futon mesh a lot more with our other stuff- that is to say, textured, warm, woody, and eclectic. We both liked it so much it made me wonder if there is a Mexican blanket futon out there. Turns out, no. Or at least, not readily found on the internet. So I started thinking about where we could find a large Mexican blanket, which led me to Gringo Jones Imports. The reviews were intriguing, so we drove down and checked it out. Interesting, no blankets to speak of, but fun nonetheless. Cultural artifacts of a different kind from an older city. 

After browsing that we, headed to Mr. Wizards Frozen Custard on Big Bend, south of Manchester. Good stuff. We got a mix of frozen custard with pumpkin pie. They called it a "concrete" because I suppose "freeze" "blizzard" et al are taken. Anyway, it was delicious and we bought a pumpkin at the temporary pumpkin patch they'd set up in the parking lot. We put the pumpkin on the porch and we're both feeling happy and excited for october.

It has been colder though. The floors are getting to the point where I have to wear slippers or socks to stay warm. Today was around a high in the mid 60s, although next week we'll get back up to the 70s again.