Ahh… It’s autumn in Chenango County. What a magical time of year, but after spending some time traveling from one end of the county to the other, there are a few things, I can’t help but wonder about.
1. Everywhere I look, I see pumpkins. I love pumpkins. In fact carving them is one of the most fun activities of the year, but I swear here and now, I will never buy a pumpkin from someone who can’t spell the word pumpkin. It’s only Oct. 11 and already I’ve gone by countless signs advertising the sale of “pumkins” or “pumpkens.” This is one of my biggest pet peeves. I know it might seem harsh, but if you are currently one of the many people selling “pumkins” I hope your house gets egged on Halloween!
2. I know it’s fall and the time has come for many area farmer’s to mow their corn and harvest their crops. I accept that, but can anyone tell me why the farmer who planted corn all around my house has to wait until 10 p.m. before he starts mowing. If there is some agricultural explanation for this, I’ll stop complaining, but at the moment it seems he was sent by some evil demon to make sure that every time my sick and grumpy baby falls asleep, he will be woken up the the loud roar and bright lights of a tractor.
3. Why is it if you give someone a deadline, they will wait until the last possible minute and become extremely unpleasant with you, if they miss said deadline. Personally, I do this all the time, because I am a horrible procrastinator, but apparently I am not alone. In the last few weeks, I have been increasingly worried about the lack of scary story submissions I had received for The Evening Sun’s Ghastly Ghost Stories competition. However, apparently I worried for no reason, because the day of the deadline, and in the days since, I have received more stories than I did in all of the weeks leading up to the deadline combined. (Thanks to everyone who participated, and look forward to seeing the finalists’ stories on the web site soon.)