Monday was Hallowe'en. Grandkids were all excited, having had a party at school and their little costume parade and half-day. I wasn't up for going to the parade. Nothing I could put my finger on, just not very up-an-at-'em.
But I showered and dressed and moved enough to get to their house to see them all dressed and ready to go Trick or Treat-ing. One was dressed as a Postal Carrier. Managed to get a regulation letter carrier's bag and her Dad had attached a couple of stuffed dogs to the pants of her outfit.
Her sister was dressed as Captain Hook - a recycled costume from when her big sister was younger. And off they went with assorted aunts, cousins, and other relatives to cruise the neighborhood for treats. They returned an hour later, flushed with their sacks of candy, but not ready to call it a night. Off they went to their church where they were holding a Trunk or Treat and a party with hot dogs and popcorn and hot chocolate. They arrive home with yet another sack of hyperactivity.
My littlest grand is only 8 months old and she stopped in (with her mom) to show off her Minnie Mouse outfit.
With all the unrest, and unemployment, and poverty, it's nice to know that we can still manage to give the kids a treat to continue the tradition of Hallowe'en.
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