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A post-Halloween scavenger h
How many times have you opened your microwave to thaw your dinner and found a note left for you?
After this weekend, I can safely say the answer for me is once.
This was after my longdistance girlfriend, Wyndi, came into town to spend Halloween with me and ended up offering a lot of unpaid help.
You may notice her name on some pictures on the front and back pages. Her name is on the costume contest pictures because she offered to act as an unbiased judge for the Chamber of Commerce.
I sat back and called for entries throughout the contest but it was fun to watch Wyndi, who is the editor of a daily paper, at work while she set up photos and interacted with kids and parents.
Likewise, she went out to the park with me to talk to the Dominguez Family about their drive-in circus and take photos of their amazing trained dogs.
I recorded an interview afterward and it was fun to share our different interview styles as I asked my questions and then let her step in with any follow-ups that came to her after I was finished.
Friday night, Wyndi put on about 25 layers of clothes to watch the Dublin Lions take the field with me (her third game that she’s attended this season and we got to go to a Halloween party on Saturday dressed as Clark Kent and Lois Lane. (I know; very creative for people working in newspapers, huh?)
My dog attended as Spider-Man... er, Spider-Dog.
Sunday was designated as a quiet day, but when we were called in to a last-minute community pep rally for the Lingleville Volleyball girls as they went to playoffs, Wyndi just asked what time it was and helped record so I would have quotes for a story.
After all that was done, she picked her best photos and sent them to me.
It was a very busy weekend, but it never felt hectic, because I was enjoying seeing a side of her I had yet to see and she said the same.
As I talked to her Monday night to make sure she had made it home alright, I opened the microwave to find note number two. (The first was in my computer desk with an eye-rolling cat pun: “Don’t stress Me-Owwwt.”)
“How many notes did you leave?” I asked.
She said there were five and it would take me a couple of days to find one of them.
True to form, I have found four, but I know I will smile when I find the fifth.
Paul Gaudette is the Managing Editor of the Dublin Citizen. He can be reached at publisher@dublincitizen.com