When you’re at a wooded intersection, halfway home from work, and feel like you’re being watched…and then realize it’s just a lurking Frankenstein dressed for dusk.
When a four-year-old trick-or-treater is dressed like an airline pilot and, rather than take the candy, walks into your house wanting to see your washing machine…and you think maybe the blue suit costume was intended to be the Maytag repairman?
When you get home before dark to light the Halloween walkway and then come into the empty house to a ringing telephone with a heavy breather on the other end…and it’s your daughter trying to freak you out on a haunting devilish night.
When you buy six bags of candy at CVS and explain away to the unasking cashier that you get 80 kids at your house on October 31… and you haven’t had that many kids in over 10 years plus you really know the candy that’s not handed out won’t go to waste.
Is it fake, pretend, all for fun or just denial? In that order.
‘Til next year!
The last time, and I mean the last time, I went flea marketing with my husband was a nightmare. He wanted coffee and I wanted to look at the toys and dolls. I told him I would take a quick look at the collectibles and be right back.
I suppose I lingered a little too long:
I guess he really did need some java!
I cannot wait to see all the costumes tonight.
Maybe I’ll get some new material for an entry…
One of the best things that I ever bought at an auction was a total impulse bid. It wasn’t on my watch list or part of my budget. It wasn’t something I thought I needed or anything I could flip at the antique store. It was just something that nobody else bid on that I could have for $5.
I couldn’t even get a bargain like that at the Dollar Tree. They were also Made in the U.S.A. It’s a combination which doesn’t happen. My gut must have realized that and jumped, before the rest of me could resist, at the chance to take the opening bid. It was also the closing bid. I sat there wondering why I’d just bid on six large orange traffic cones.
I wasn’t in public works. I wasn’t looking for something cool for my dorm room. I didn’t need to recreate a Driver’s Ed course. I laughed at myself wondering how these could possible work in my life. Two weeks later I realized the value of paddle fever.
It was the night before Halloween. I won’t put candles in my yard and I didn’t have enough battery tealights to light up our entire driveway. What I did have was six bright orange traffic cones. I used my winning bids and battery-operated flames to create a lit path down our entire driveway. My orange path was colorful, fun and added personality to the night. Just like me. People don’t think I’m needed but once you get to know me, you’ll flip.