A very merry Hallow and a happy new Ween
Hello, pumpkin patchers!
May all your candy bags be full!
Halloween 2006, and wow. I never dreamed it would be so much different from last Halloween. I'm here in Louisville, typing on a laptop at the kitchen table while Brad mercilessly picks off the pink-butted monsters from Phantasy Star Universe, waiting in vain for handful of trick-or-treaters brave enough to come out in the rain. Hey, more candy for us.
I miss my Grandma more tonight than any other night of the year. Even Christmas Eve runs a second. No matter how old I got, no matter how elaborate my costume, I'd pass out candy with her in lieu of trick-or-treating myself. We'd freeze our butts off on her front porch, glowing orange from the electric plastic ghosts and pumpkins in her window, waiting for the rapidly- aging neighborhood kids. She'd sneak as many Kit-Kats out of the giant plastic pumpkin for herself as she dared, and brought me her perfectly percolated coffee in the Strawberry Shortcake mug I had since I was five. The sensory memories from various Halloweens are very strong. The sound of the leaves crunching underfoot of ninjas and princesses alike. I can remember it like it was yesterday, and I hope I always do. Tonight I lit my hyacinth candle for her, and enjoyed a couple of Kit-Kats. I know she'd be proud of how I'm spending this Halloween.
You know in the movies how a person gets to see what kind of alternate universe there would be if they never existed? I kinda got a glimpse into that universe talking to my brother last night. Every single year, my dad goes out, finds the weirdest looking pumpkin he can, and uses MacGyveresque tools to bring its most unique face to life. My mom, every year brings out the boxes and boxes full of years of collected Halloween decoration, and makes both the house and front yard look like a Halloween nightmare come true. We all go to my grandparents' house, and trick or treat, and all is right with the world. This is the first year I'm not there and NONE of that wonderful stuff happened. No pumpkin, not so much as a spiderweb of decoration, and each kid went their separate way to trick-or-treat. Was I the Spirit of Halloween? Did I take it with me when I left? Totally bizarre.
On a lighter, and scarier note, I find it perfectly ironic that amongst the scary movies on tonight, "Mommie Dearest" is also playing. Maybe it's just because my name is Christina, too, but that movie scared the living daylights out of me, and still freaks me out to this day. Talk about a horror movie!!
May all your candy bags be full!
Halloween 2006, and wow. I never dreamed it would be so much different from last Halloween. I'm here in Louisville, typing on a laptop at the kitchen table while Brad mercilessly picks off the pink-butted monsters from Phantasy Star Universe, waiting in vain for handful of trick-or-treaters brave enough to come out in the rain. Hey, more candy for us.
I miss my Grandma more tonight than any other night of the year. Even Christmas Eve runs a second. No matter how old I got, no matter how elaborate my costume, I'd pass out candy with her in lieu of trick-or-treating myself. We'd freeze our butts off on her front porch, glowing orange from the electric plastic ghosts and pumpkins in her window, waiting for the rapidly- aging neighborhood kids. She'd sneak as many Kit-Kats out of the giant plastic pumpkin for herself as she dared, and brought me her perfectly percolated coffee in the Strawberry Shortcake mug I had since I was five. The sensory memories from various Halloweens are very strong. The sound of the leaves crunching underfoot of ninjas and princesses alike. I can remember it like it was yesterday, and I hope I always do. Tonight I lit my hyacinth candle for her, and enjoyed a couple of Kit-Kats. I know she'd be proud of how I'm spending this Halloween.
You know in the movies how a person gets to see what kind of alternate universe there would be if they never existed? I kinda got a glimpse into that universe talking to my brother last night. Every single year, my dad goes out, finds the weirdest looking pumpkin he can, and uses MacGyveresque tools to bring its most unique face to life. My mom, every year brings out the boxes and boxes full of years of collected Halloween decoration, and makes both the house and front yard look like a Halloween nightmare come true. We all go to my grandparents' house, and trick or treat, and all is right with the world. This is the first year I'm not there and NONE of that wonderful stuff happened. No pumpkin, not so much as a spiderweb of decoration, and each kid went their separate way to trick-or-treat. Was I the Spirit of Halloween? Did I take it with me when I left? Totally bizarre.
On a lighter, and scarier note, I find it perfectly ironic that amongst the scary movies on tonight, "Mommie Dearest" is also playing. Maybe it's just because my name is Christina, too, but that movie scared the living daylights out of me, and still freaks me out to this day. Talk about a horror movie!!