Maybe I secretly like Halloween? I don't think that I do. And yet I keep talking about it. Maybe I need to get a life. I have unfinished business, though:
First of all:
|It was 2015. Isn't she gorge? I could never pull off that lipstick.|
I got nuthin from 2016, but it was a weird time for us, having just embarked on the new normal, and then the whole world went sideways on election day. Wait, let me make sure.
homigod. I did publish a Halloween post last year! It's phenomenal.
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 28, 2016
At 3:51am, no less. Geez, I was having a moment back then. We are totally well adjusted now, look:
I love roasting pumpkin seeds. I love sorting through the guts to separate seed from pulp. I love the smell of them roasting, I love choosing seasonings and flavor profiles and wine pairings. The whole process gives me joy.
|Sweet and savory|
Finally, Halloween night arrived! I stopped for candy and other necessities on my way home from work
Our first trick or treater took me by surprise, he was like 18 inches tall and dressed as Davy Crocket. It was still light out. I thought it would be a slow night, falling on a Tuesday
An hour later:
|People still pounded on the door! The noive.|
And then it was November, and all that was left of Halloween were the empty, soulless gourds:
Of course, the decorations will stay up until I reach the brink of madness. It was a mixed bag of
|The battery operated votive candle was shoved in through this guy's eyehole, so he continues to sparkle|
|Tree demon, loose bones, spiderwebs, and little orange lights wrapped around the trunk|
|The witch legs were a new addition this year. I think they add a touch of whimsy and a nice pop of color to the otherwise drab unearthed grave area|
|High security lights for our safety and protection|
And what's that over yonder on the other security light?
|Um....... nerd demon?|