Ok, it's not the end of the world and I shouldn't be complaining, but Richie's still in Irvine, Maddy's sick and I should have signed up for overdraft protection.
On a lighter note (although, the previous note wasn't necessarily very heavy or dark), we had a good time at the pumpkin patch. There were herds of different colored shirted children from different school programs. Maddy wasn't as crazy about the goats as I was hoping. I mean, she was genuinely interested in them, but didn't want to touch them with a ten-foot pole. Maybe it was the smell. She did pick up one of the goat's brushes and tried to brush her own hair with it. I freaked out and snatched it out of her hand. The goose freaked the hell out her. Christian made friends with a lonely steer and we saw a pile of piglets, one of which had a lump of its mother's poop on its back. It was picturesque.
We tried to recreate the photo from below using Madeline as the subject, but we would have had more luck finding a needle in a haystack at that place than an actual haystack. When we finally did, it was in a hillbilly auditorium of sorts. I only got one shot of her and I don't know if her eyes were closed or if she was looking at the camera. Oh, well. At least we have the memory.
I love and miss you.
