My Halloween Spirit Done Got Up and Walked Off

I have a sink­ing feel­ing this is going to be the worst Halloween in a long while.

I sus­pect the com­bi­na­tion of unsea­son­able rain (for which, don’t get me wrong, I am very grate­ful, for we’ve been suf­fer­ing drought con­di­tions since last year) and crappy econ­omy had led the folks in my neigh­bor­hood to forego the usual Halloween dec­o­rat­ing. Even I have fallen guilty. My lawn is usu­ally rid­dled with grave­stones, spi­der­webs and pump­kins by now. I have a cou­ple lonely grave­stones out. That’s it. Everything else I’ve left in the garage for fear of rain damage.

And then there’s the ennui.

I’m just not in the mood and just can’t be bothered.

Of course, that may be because I’m unusu­ally busy. Between house­work, the kids, the exer­cis­ing (nay, not exor­cis­ing, though it’s the per­fect time of year for that!) the novel, and the web­site, I don’t have a lot of free time right now. I have my fin­gers in a lot of pots. And Halloween dec­o­rat­ing takes time. (When you dec­o­rate like I do. My stag­ing includes home­made zom­bies, life-size witches made from man­nequins, ter­ri­fy­ing scare­crows, and other things that go bump in the night. Last year I started mak­ing my props in July.)

So Halloween may very well come and go this year with­out leav­ing so much as a foot­print in my quiet lit­tle neigh­bor­hood. I guess that’s okay. There’s always next year.


No Comments Yet


There are no comments yet. You could be the first!

Leave a Comment

To Bake A Cake I’m Scary. And Bored of You.