Every day.

It keeps you young.

I read that somewhere.

Sort of hoping it’s true, because I have been invited to a pumpkin carving today.  By my first cousins twice-removed.

Now I am going to help you learn something.  First cousins, twice removed, means that my grandparents were their great-grandparents.  I know that’s what they are called because I have a lot of cousins.  A lot of cousins.  And, once upon a time, my mom gave me this handy-dandy relationship chart, when I was doing some genealogical research, so that I could get the terminology right.

All that is actually beside the point, however.

The point is that I have been invited to a pumpkin carving by my little first cousins, twice removed.

I don’t think I have ever actually carved a pumpkin in my life.

And my little first cousins, twice removed, are somewhere south of six-years-old.  (I don’t know their exact ages.  What do you want from me?  I know they are twice removed!)

Being south of six, I’m guessing that most of the carving is going to be done by the adults in the room.  This could be. . .interesting.   The problem, as I see it, is that the pumpkin is actually supposed to look like something when you are done carving it.  I’m guessing that dadaism is unlikely to be appreciated.

Oh, well.

You’re supposed to learn something new.

Every day.

I guess today is my day for pumpkins.