Sometimes I get so annoyed with …

… myself.

Late yesterday afternoon Lily and I are on a little walk and I see that the Day of the Dead alters (et al) are already up at the Old Episcopal Burying Ground — and the gates are open — so Lily and I go in to check out all the displays.

Which is when I become so annoyed with myself because I didn’t even have my cell phone to take pictures.  Crap.  Because some of them had been very well done!  Then I discovered that event was this very day instead of tomorrow (Nov 2nd) like I had in my head.  I was glad I at least got to see the cemetery even if I didn’t stay for the event.

Lily and I toiled on and as we were nearing the corner of 3rd and MLK there was a LOUD car at one of the mini mart’s gas pumps.  Lily kept trying to lead me into the fire station just before the mini mart.  She wanted nothing to do with that LOUD BOOMING car.  That thing might just suddenly pounce on her!  Who knows.  We made a wide berth around it and kept on walking.

Let me tell you this:  A lot of people will be walking toward us and will cross the street rather than meet up with me and Lily.  My big giant puppy puts fear into people at first sight.  Not everyone, just the majority.  I know it’s because of her size, but the thing is, she doesn’t look scary at all to me.  She just looks huge.

I’ve come across other Great Pyrenees in my life and I’ve never seen a scary one.  I mean — look at that face!

Does this look like the face of a killer?  Are you afraid?  Did you lean back from your computer screen?  Would you cross the street if you saw this face coming at you?  Not me.  I see a big giant dog out walking with it’s owner and I am there just loving all over that dog. 

As we came upon the Living Arts and Science Center I could see this event was really popular.  The parking lot and surrounding streets were full of parked cars and the grounds were cluttered with pholks milling about.  Heather (LASC director) was "fencing" off a no parking area with some chairs.  We chatted for a bit and she asked me if I was coming back, I told her no, but that we did walk through the cemetery and it looked great.

Why didn’t I want to go back?  I’d been feeling pretty puny and tired all weekend.  Darling Hubby was out of sorts, too. 

The night before we’d only had five ( 5 ) trick-o-treaters.  Five.  Halloween sucked for me this year…