31 October 2010

All Hallows Eve

Halloween. All Hallows Eve. Samhain.

We never get any trick-or-treaters. In the five years we've been in this house, not a one. I don't understand it.

We always got a few brave souls at our old house; kids who knew there was a house at the end of that long, dark, scary driveway, even if you couldn't see it from the street.

When we moved here, I figured we'd attract a swarm of little ghosties in ghoulies. OK, the driveway is kind of steep, but it's not very long, and from the street you can see there are two houses once you get up here. And we're not out in the middle of nowhere. It's a normal suburban neighborhood, one that I would once have considered a reasonably target-rich environment. We don't go crazy with Halloween decorations, I admit, but we did put out a jack-o'-lantern for the first year or two. We quit when it didn't seem to make any difference.

This year, it will be different. This year, we will be visited by every trick-or-treater in western Washington state. This year, they will come.

This year, we didn't buy any candy.

On a Halloween-ish note, Scarecrow passed along a video clip of some clogging mummies. It's too good not to share:

Every time I watch it, I find myself thinking there are couple of steps I could steal. Even though that train left the station long ago, I can't seem to help it. I do the same thing when I listen to somebody play banjo. "Oooh, that's cool! I could do that!"

I can't, of course. I probably couldn't then, truth be told. I never was much of a musician. But I played when I could. I danced when I could. That's going to have to be good enough.

That's good enough.


  1. I'm with you. I look at the things people do now and think I could do that. But the unvarnished truth is that No, I could not. Not now, not ever. I was always lazy, non-athletic and just a bit uncoordinated. I never was interested in working hard to get better. Not even with my piano, which I did have some talent in. I hated to practice. I did just what I had to do, and nothing more. And I let it go before I had to. C'est la vie.

  2. I wonder if Trick or Treat just has not become a lost art. We had 6 this year, actually a record high for here. In our ol' hood in Maryland our peak year was 200+ Trick or Treat visitors.

    Caregivingly Yours, Patrick

  3. Fantastic video - thanks for sharing.

    Uh, yep, not a one. Not one trick-or-treater! I expected about 4 or 5. Hey it's a condo complex -- easy pickings. My neighbor and I both had jack-o-lanterns out and now I have a fair amount of candy. In former years, I'd take the extra into work as I generally stay away from processed sugar except for occasional ice cream therapy sessions. Now, what to do, what to do?

    Although it is mostly chocolate. Wonder if I'm grown-up enough to ration it out for that one week a month when I'm sure it's the fifth food group that they forgot to tell us about in school.

  4. I hear you also.

    Different levels of what I can or can not do. I see someone do something and think oh that would be fun - I have not done that in a while -

    Then I either remember it ain't gonna happen or try and discover it ain't gonna happen.

    Opening the package my new track mouse is in - it ain't happening so I will wait for KRP

    Here: no candy, no trick or treaters, and hopefully no eggs on truck when I head for PE.