One hand.

One hand is exactly what was required to count trick-or-treaters last night. And I am not a polydactyl, so you know that means *five*. No, not a very good turnout. We never did get hundreds of kids but we used to at least get a steady stream. 50 or 60 or thereabouts. I’m not sure what’s going on any more. I see people pushing strollers around. Where are they? I hope people aren’t afraid of us! If they only knew how many hours the GG and I have spent doing volunteer work with schools and youth groups. Maybe people are going to parties instead?

Oh well, onward. At least I already have all of the Halloween stuff packed away. Except for the black light and the old Indefatigable tail light covers. And the candy. Last year I bought so much candy that when Lizard Breath arrived for Christmas, the first thing she noticed was a bowl full of Halloween candy.

I don’t know why but it always seems like forever from Labor Day until Halloween and then I turn around once or twice and suddenly I’m standing over the turkey bin bumping carts with all the other old bags at Meijer or wherever. We have yet to figure out how we are going to handle Turkey Day and xmas this year. I am sorta late to the sandwich generation in some ways but it has finally asserted itself.

The wondrous new Planet Ann Arbor crosswalk ordinance has resulted in at least one serious accident This is exactly the stretch of road I kvetched about last week. We are all greatly relieved that the leaning tree on the way into the schoolyard has been cut down. And who the heck is Kim Kardashian? Should I know her? If so, why?

Oh yeah. I probably take a photooo like today’s every fall. There were about a billion geese in the pond in front of my parking space today. You can only see a few in the photooo. I say “my” parking space because I park there *every* day. And I *can* park there every day because nobody else parks anywhere near that space. Except for a couple of weeks where somebody with one of those boxy vee-hickles was parking right next to my space and one day *in* it. Furnace contractor? Visiting dignitary? I do not know. That vee-hickle has been gone for a couple weeks now and I can park in peace.

2 Responses to “One hand.”

  1. Margaret Says:

    We used to get hundreds and now we get maybe 50 and in big groups. I love seeing the neighbor children in their costumes; they’re so excited to show them off. I don’t love the teenagers that come around with not much if any costume and a pillowcase for candy. I think it’s because many kids did Halloween things on the weekend. (Monday night) I think there would be more on a different night of the week.

  2. Pooh Says:

    Ditto on the high school kids, except this year they were ones I knew. “Hey, it’s Ms. R!” So of course I like them. There costumes were real costumes too.