Preparing for the Great Giveaway
Getting older has some good points. For example, we’re heading into Hallowe’en, where I once had to plan a costume, and a route plan. Oh, and find a pillow case that wouldn’t be missed (at least not immediately). Then I could head out, collect some candy, come home and sort out the chaff from the wheat…
Now, I can go to the store, purchase the candy I prefer, and stay at home. Every evening. No comments on the hit to my health (life as a video game). But the new way of sweetening my life beats the old way. No more molasses candy!
This was triggered by learning that we’re preparing our tiny baggies of loot for the local hand out. The kids will come to a central location, and we (meaning she) will get to sit at a table and meet the local youth. I mustn’t calculate why we will need more than 100 baggies; past years have had maximum door calls of less than ten people. You do the math.
I wonder what happens to those little cardboard boxes that need money? Actual cash, rather than a swipe or a tap. How times have changed. When Saturday night comes along, I can stay inside (with the lights off), because the local community centre is now taking care of business. As for a costume? I no longer dress up, for anything. Total devotion to my home apparel. And the dog will be much less stressed, what with “just he and me” around the place.
Today, I hung the kayak back on its wall hooks. Summer is truly over.
