I’d just answered the door for the zillionth time (our neighborhood saw diminished turnout, but even so, enough that I didn’t get a five-minute break for two hours), treated some miscellaneous kids and one of Kate’s middle-school friends, who came to the door dressed as a slutty nun (why, God? Why?) and a woman emerged from the murk.
“Can I use your bathroom?” she asked. Well, this was a first. In her favor: She didn’t look crazy. I considered the golden rule. The weather was rainy and windy; it would be miserable to add a full bladder on top of that.
I showed her in. She slipped off her shoes and was in and out in a trice. I’m sure she felt treated.
It wasn’t a terrible Halloween, even with the weather. We still got rid of all the candy, save two Reese’s Cups, which I’ll put in Kate’s lunch tomorrow. And since All Souls’ Day will fall on Saturday, here’s a picture from five years ago, which I ran across while doing some memory-laning:
I took this in the oldest part of an old Polish cemetery, and it seemed to say everything about what happens after we leave the earth. People mourn, they put you in the ground, and eventually, the ground itself forgets you’re there.
I don’t have any links today, because I’m lazy. Didn’t sleep well last night, rained all day — I’m headed for bed. Have a great weekend, all.