George
has decided to celebrate Halloween this year.
Now
on the hall bookcase rests a giant bowl of candy. Our favorite kinds. Of course.
Sugary things were never my thing.
I drank. I didn’t eat
deserts. Now candy calls me. I can hear it calling no matter where I am in
the house. Even from the truck outside,
I can hear it calling me. It’s bad. So far, I have resisted.
In
the past few years, we haven’t had any trick or treaters. This year we seem to have several families
with kids move in our neighborhood. Just
a few blocks south, they bus the kids in.
One lady I swim with bought candy for 900 kids. It’s a stretch of the imagination.
George
has leapt on the Halloween bandwagon. We
now have a wreath. Ghost lights to frame the door, and a couple of luminaria to
sit on the stairs. He’s dug out his
chicken hat, and he’s ready. I’m just
hoping he’ll be home in time from the museum to hand out candy.
Perhaps
I will hide until he gets home.
1. wash the quilt...mold is bad for you, esp. sleeping all night.
ReplyDelete2. you can resist that ugly sugar stuff...buy some apples and slice or carrots and slice.
3. you will have fun with all the delightful costumes and hopefully you get some little ghosts.
4. Monday take the candy into the shop!
Have fun. I am going into hiding.
ReplyDeleteWhat's up with George? Is he ok?
ReplyDeleteat least we had a few trick or treaters to pass the candy out to.
ReplyDeleteWe had some candy in...Reese's for David and Ghiredella choclate for me. That will be it until Christmas.
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