As Octobers go, this has been a nice one…so far.
We’ve had some bad ones the last couple of years.
But this one is nice….so far.
Warmish temperatures, dry sunny days and temperate nights.
No need to turn the heat on yet.
So maybe—just maybe—we’ll be able to have one of those nice transitional seasons that slides us right by Halloween, eases us into Thanksgiving and gently nudges us into the Holiday sink hole, where by the time we dig ourselves out and wash ourselves off…there’s only about 10 more weeks of winter left.
I can practically smell the spring.
October is really quite a nice time of year…like I said, minus the big storms, flooding, weeks without power, nights without heat and let’s not forget the traditional Halloween tree toppling snow.
But generally, for the most part, it’s nice.
Of course the Zombies across the street say it’s still their favorite month…even though they muttered something, last year, that all the confusion over Halloween being canceled and then rescheduled left a bad taste in their mouths.
I didn’t have the heart to tell them that the bad taste was probably more from accelerated decomp rather than from disappointment.
However, they did have the heart, several of them, actually—none their own—to put that all behind them and dig up all their old friends and relatives for a giant pre-Halloween bash at their place this weekend.
So there’s that to look forward to…even though I heard that weird Uncle with the wandering hands is coming…with or without the hands, depending on where they wandered off to.
I think even the werewolves are supposed to make an appearance, moon cycle dependent, of course.
I’m happy to say, socially, the Werewolves have made great strides in the neighborhood, despite this past summer's 4th of July fiasco.
Besides…potato salad is potato salad…no matter what you add to it…or whom.
My feeling is, if the Vampires up the street, and the various other nocturnal children of the night in attendance could bite into it—which they did—then that was a huge statement as to where the Werewolves now stand on the block…which is preferably under a street light, because you don’t want to stumble over a Werewolf in the dark, especially if it’s close to dinner time.
So if we can just get through the next 10 days without incident—man made, ghoul made or beyond—we should be able to put this October in the books as one of the top Octobers of this still toddling Century..
You know, I think I’m gonna go check the weather channel, anyway, just in case….
No sense picking up that semi-fresh fingers and toes set for the Zombies if they end up having to cancel again.
I’m not even gonna tell you how much money I wasted on last year’s hostess gift…let alone the disposal problems afterwards when I got stuck with it.
Luckily the Werewolves—
You know…never mind.
No sense going there….