Thing2 is getting ready for Trick-or-Treat (Thing1 has assured me he’s too old to go begging for candy – we should just lay it at his feet). Thing2 decided to be Jack Frost this year, and is promising to deliver snow (he can do that you know). The S-word is prohibited in this house before November 1, so he relented and just sent us a wicked cold morning.
Dickens once wrote (not necessarily about Halloween) that it was at this time of year that want is most keenly felt. What I want to do is pass out candy on Halloween. It’s a ritual I miss each year because we live in the middle of the woods. Our town’s topography sends us to the nearby big city of Arlington Vermont( population 2647-whoops make that 2648), and it’s amazingly good at discouraging would-be beggars from showing up on our doorstep looking for candy.
I’ve made sure we have plenty of candy on hand – just in case. I’m prepared to setup a self-serve candy bowl. I’ve even decorated a “Take More, It’s Really Healthy” sign in case cute little tots come while we’re not there.
I feel still deprived, but hope, unlike my diet, springs eternal. Of course, if no one shows up, I’ll have to find something to do with all that candy.