So I’ve been thinking of Halloween. This year I bought the
girls outfits, but made something for myself. When recalling childhood
Halloweens I remember that I was always a clown. Not like once, twice, three
times. Always. So much so that Mom made me this outfit with this material that
was supposed to look clownish but what looked like polka dots all over, upon
closer inspection were actually tiny blue circles with red and white sailboats.
Anyway, it had these folded cuffs with yellow
triangle embellishments. I wore it all the time. We had a poofy rainbow wig at
one time, and sometimes I would wear Dad’s shoes. It was always a good time.
And then there was the candy.
Last year I made Snow White outfits for the older girls, and
Amy contributed a skunk costume for Arabella.
And still there’s the candy. For me it means waking up to
the crinkling sound of candy wrappers. Way too early in the morning for candy.
Dad says it’s not unheard of to “throw that shit away.”
Right. Seems like such a waste, though. He remembered finding it stashed under
our beds and throwing it away.
And here we were prowling the endcaps in Target for
clearance items when we stumble upon the left over Halloween candy. And people
are like swarming over all this candy. Everywhere I looked carts rolled by with
five or so bags of candy.
Halloween is fun and everything, but maybe we should tone
down the candy.
I can’t believe I just wrote that.
Candy’s good. In a Blizzard.
That’s all I’ve got to say about that, now.
