Small bars
Let the record show; this has been our quietest Hallowe’en, ever. Zero visitors. Or as I prefer to grade it; all the candy belongs to me.
There were no mutilated vegetables on the front step. No fake tombstones under the spreading linden tree. And mainly, no outside lights. We followed the lead of the neighbours on each side, and pretended that this was a neighbourhood that cared about back scatter, and telescopes and other shiny concepts. Or that we were in a partial power failure (although the TV glow might have given that one away as not so). To be fair, we crossed fingers and waited.
Maybe the kids don’t care, either. You can buy boxes of tiny (really tiny) chocolate bars at any of the bigger chain stores. All you can eat, for a few dollars. In passing, since when did a chocolate treat get so SMALL??
Here’s the manifest…
- 7.3 g
- 10 g
- 12 g
Or, on a Smartie count: nine (two orange, two brown, three green, a yellow and a red) although the ratio might be different if I opened a different box. Did I mention SMALL?? If I had received treats that diminished, as a child, I’d have dedicated a second tour for tricks.
Now thinking about moving sooner. As in, wouldn’t it be lovely to spend the holidays by the sea? Might be a preferred option, as it empties this house and allows us to concentrate on the repaint without going all drop cloth crazy. Have to see what happens; stay tuned.
