The Holiday

Kids don't come to our home (have never come even one time) for trick or treating because we live on a busy street with no sidewalk.
We don't even buy candy anymore because we would just eat it all ourselves year after year after year, back when we were hoping for trick or treaters to knock on our door.  So Halloween is kind of a ho hum hum drum kind of night around here.  When an artful learning kid asked me what I was going to be tonight, I told him, "I'm going to dress up as a woman wearing pajamas, laying on her couch, watching TV."  It surprised and amused me when a teacherpal of dutch origin with 2 small children (train engineer and friendly witch) heard my plan and said, "Now that's living the dream."

It's all a trade off.  When you're with the littles, you get to party down and dress up, several days in a row. Sure there's crying and freaking out and dental decay.  But when you're with the bigs, you get to spend an evening doing absolutely nothing, thinking about all the antics that are surrounding your neighborhood, so near and yet, so far.

Husbandman says this entry is a bit melancholy. I was aiming for bittersweet.