CANDY IS DANDY BUT... I think we have the Halloween record for entertaining the oldest tricker treater. A lady asked for an extra treat for her 93-year-old Mother. I was prepping to see a crone, a robot wheelchair or at a least garland-covered walker. No such luck. Apparently, the lady in question was elsewhere. As the kids did not look confused or loudly call out the mom of telling a whopper, I bought it. Told them to grab a handful of little treats. Surprising how big a 5-year old's hands can be. I am also known to the parents as the house who offers adult treats. At times the eagerness of a group of parents almost elbowed the kids away from the candy bowl. Although convivial I think the kids were more polite, but what the heck we all had fun. Some of the parents were sporting beers so a shot and a beer added to their festive night.
After nightfall there are long pauses until we get the occasional older straggler. Our street is pitch black with no streetlights and we were only house decorated with orange lights, an illuminated pumpkin milk can and a spinning lighthouse with a pumpkin head. From out of the darkness emerges an evil-looking scythe attached to a long black robe moving ponderously into the light. Freaked me out until I saw a very young feminine face peeping out. Apparently, Death travels alone in search of treats.
A VOTIN' WE WILL GO A friend and I decided to try out the in person early voting for the first time. I have been voting from the comfort of my kitchen for years. Had to be reintroduced to the whole process again. I kept humming "Like a Virgin". Thank you, Madonna, for getting a chuckle out of the election crew when I mentioned it. Gratifying to see so many folks and so many of the younger persuasion all showing the gravity the situation called for. While I was waxing humorous of course. The lady overseeing the tabulation machine had the most anxiety as various voters kept coming up with glitches. You know the anxiety a "boomer" has when something "techie" goes wrong. What makes it even more interesting is she has to shield her eyes not to see your ballot. Which makes it hard to come over and see what's wrong. I kept hearing her say, "what does the machine say" lol. Ah well. People were patient and nobody got belligerent. You need to work elections sometime to see how honest and hard-working these people are, and the fail safes that have been built in.
In a related side note, we have a neighbor who has been flying a rumpie flag for four effing years, which he changes out every so often. Even when he compares him to God no one has "accidently" removed, hidden or stomped on the repulsive thing. Trust me we have many of a different persuasion in our neighborhood. Now if we had put an opposing flag up it would have been destroyed accompanied by a lawn burning. Ironically, he also posts a "Freedom" sign underneath. But apparently that only applies to one side from what I have observed. Just saying...
OBSERVATIONS When you finally get an ad that is not political it's either for charity, ASPCA or fixin' feet. What's up with all these people who apparently have been suffering for years but in the last year or so the solution has been found. Alleluia! Orthotics have been around forever. I myself had them prescribed by my chiro and I hate the damn things and hardly ever wear them. Very uncomfortable so maybe I should do an anti-happy feet ad. I just think the feet people finally met a smart marketer. Every ad shows various people touting the same theme, but the one where the guy cried before he got them and cried after he got them is really annoying. As he says I'm not an actor-no kidding.
I heard someone call a Catholic Mass "Bells and Smells". Much as I admire the wit, I can explain the bells part. When they spoke in Latin (without a Microphone) people were clueless as to what was happening, and the bells woke them up to the big act (actually the point of the service) which is the consecration-bread and wine/body and blood. Otherwise, I think folks would continue snoozing, gossiping or eating. I think turning around the alter to face the people was probably a smart move to get people involved in the process or to note who's snoozing, gossiping, etc.
The smells (incense burning) part is not really practiced that much and always announced ahead of time for the snowflakes in the congregation. I guess people passing out in the pews and children loudly asking "what is that stinky smell" provided bad optics for the church. Understand I am of the generation who saw the change to English, guitars around the altar, normal clothes for nuns and fun music. What we used to call a "happenin'". Speaking of generational slang, I freaked my young grandson -Generation Alpha- when I asked him if he had a particular "pookie" at school which is a love interest. "How do you know that Nana?" I popped a few other words (while looking at the translation on my phone) and he was quite irritated with me. Oh well. Far freakin'out, groovy and definitely stay calm this week. Peace Out....💚 💙💛
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