Moving On

Well, another Halloween is behind us. It is my least favorite holiday. Even as a kid, although I lusted for the bag of goodies, I loathed the whole dress up thing. It created in me a great deal of anxiety. Throughout my life, I've never had a "costume experience" that did not make me extremely uncomfortable.

Well, maybe one. That's when Sand and I dressed as elves to attend the company Christmas party when I was the plant manager. That one worked out well, one because the costumes that Sand made were absolutely fabulous, and two, we were the only people in costume. I was supposed to be the center of attention, and the costumes actually worked to distract people. They were conversation starters, and I've always needed help with conversations in social settings.

Sand likes Halloween. So I try not to be a downer for her, and in fact every year I hide behind her skirts and end up having a pretty good time despite myself. She's good that way.

 It was a very mild Halloween here. It was in the low 60's this evening after an afternoon high of 80, so it was pleasant to be out and about. We moved the portable fire pit out to the driveway and built a fire, more for the ambiance than the warmth. The little kids really like the fire. Even after the streets emptied of 'Weeners,' Sand and I stayed out there in our lawn chairs and drank wine and chatted and laughed. Very pleasant indeed.

Now we'll be moving on to Thanksgiving. I like Thanksgiving. That's a holiday I can sink my teeth into.