Gleanings from the tabletop
Still early, but here’s my take on things: IF you turn off all the lights, and crack up the wind and the rain, and make sure there is no car in the lane and make public announcements about the availability of the free candy at another location and simply build your house far from the madding crowds, then you can let Hallowe’en be “someone else’s problem”. I’ll know better in a couple of hours.
This is all for the dog, who doesn’t understand when strangers come to the door.
My dining room table is littered with an odd selection of tiny candies. I think this is a reaction to the earlier “bag prep” for our donation to a need for poor nutrition among the young in the area. At a guess, I am permitted to have a personal harvest, much in the way that people glean the local potato fields after the passage of the big machines. I will proceed carefully, in case I need to suddenly provide for visitors (see my preventive preparations, above). And if I did “win the lottery” and now have a lot of Rockets (the LCD of the candy equation), well, that’s life. I’m able to eat cautiously, and nobody ever hid a pin or other sharp hazard in a roll of sour candy.
The US is awaiting the arrival of the snowbirds. Not our vintage aircraft, nor the geese. People with a penchant for avoiding (at least) one Canadian season. You go, Birds! That way our local everything will be less crowded until the onset of summer. Send a postcard, if you feel the need.
