I think I’ve been told where that particular phrase comes from but I’m too lazy to look it up right now. This post is a random collection of thoughts so it seemed to fit.
So JoNY was not feeling well and my two lessons on Tuesday were cancelled. Tomorrow is November and Showcase is a week from Sunday. I should be freaking out about the missed time but I’ve kind of gone into a calm state. At this point, whatever happens, happens. We’ll just hit the next lesson hard and hope for the best.
Wonder what profession has the highest rate of illness. Assume teachers would be high on the list having to deal with little germ factories all day. Dance instructors would seem to be high on the list. You are in physical contact with a lot of people and there is only so much sanitizing you can do. Plus, its a physical job so maybe easier to get run down.
Well I sit here on Halloween night and we’ve had a grand total of 5 kids. We always overbuy on the candy. Can’t help it. Target usually has sales “x bags for $Y” and so you have to get “x” bags or it isn’t worth it. I’ll just bring some into work tomorrow and let the vultures have at it.
I thought we might get more kids. It rained earlier but it isn’t bad right now and we added some outdoor lights on our long driveway so it isn’t as dark and scary. But then I know there are a lot of places that set up in parking lots and distribute candy on the weekend before so maybe that draws the crowds. Probably just another depressing sign of the times. You don’t know your neighbors and you can’t let your kids roam free so you limit where you go trick or treating. I’m old so I remember being “free range” on Halloween and doing a lot of walking. Now I sound like the typical “Back in my day …” but I think we had more fun.
Work was fun. Something about sitting at your desk and in meetings in a costume that just gives you a different perspective on things. Or at least it did for me. Even with the promise of a costume contest and treats available in the break room, there was not a significant increase in the number of people dressing up. Very sad. They even had to import some people from another building to up the numbers for the contest. I decided to conveniently be stuck answering emails and showed up after the contest.
One of the people on my team was a big Firefly fan and she decided to show up as one of the female characters from the show. That was funny. We had to tell people we didn’t plan it ahead of time.
We had the usual parade of people come by to see what we were wearing. There were those who wanted to dress up but just couldn’t bring themselves to do it. That’s a little sad in a way. Yes, it is a little silly but what’s wrong with being a little silly one day of the year.
Tomorrow everything goes back to normal and this weekend all the candy and costumes will be heavily marked off and the Christmas stuff will start to make an appearance. OK, in a lot of places it already has but it will soon dominate the seasonal shelves. The only good thing is that all the Pumpkin Spice flavored crap will be pushed off the shelves and put in the clearance areas.
I know we get the jump on Christmas earlier and earlier but, as I’ve said before, I do like seeing all the bright and shiny stuff. We do skip right over Thanksgiving though which I don’t like. The grocery stores will bring out displays of stuffing and cranberries and canned yams. Don’t really get the whole canned yam/sweet potato thing since making sweet potatoes isn’t that difficult and the fresh ones seem to be more available. If you can make mashed potatoes, you can make sweet potatoes. Not really that much more difficult.
Thanksgiving sometimes brings out some strange feelings in me. Is it possible to be nostalgic for a past that wasn’t yours? Or maybe it is just transference. I read stories about other people’s Thanksgiving recipes/traditions and see the endless recipes for side dishes of all kinds and it just makes me think of a nice family dinner even it has nothing in common with the ones I experienced.
Actually, the best Thanksgivings for me were the ones where we did the cooking. It was nice to have my parents and sometimes my brother and his family over. It would create some chaos trying to pull it all together and I’d never get to watch the Lions game because I’d be busy with the turkey or stuffing. (We call it stuffing by the way – if you call it dressing, you are just wrong – lol) It was always funny to watch Mom because she never could really stand on the sidelines no matter how many times we told her it was fine. And, after the fifth or sixth “What can I do”, we’d basically turn a few tasks over to her.
Not wanting to get too down here but I’m not sure how Thanksgiving will feel this year. Last year, my two brothers and their families were here. The parents were going to join but my father didn’t feel up to the long drive down here so they stayed. That’s when Mom fell and broke her hip and started the whole chain of events.
But I don’t want to end on a real sad note. Sorry but sometimes it seems like she’s been gone a long time and it hasn’t even been a year yet.
Well, we seem to be approaching the end of the trick or treat window. I probably wasn’t paying attention but I don’t remember having hours when I was a kid. We have a large pile of candy left over. Maybe someday I’ll learn to dial it back a bit. Just don’t want to disappoint the few kids we get.
This did keep me occupied. Rocco the wonder dog is totally confused. We’re home and people are coming to the door but not coming in to say hi to him. And we didn’t take him out for a walk or even to get coffee. Yes, sometimes, we just pile him in the car and go get coffee because taking a little ride seems to make him happy. Not as happy as a walk but close.
Oh, that reminds me of a sort of funny story. Many, many years and a few dogs ago, we were living in an apartment. Our dog was hyper and fast and would bark her fool head off every time the doorbell rang. And, we couldn’t catch or hold her back so we put her in a bathroom and closed the door. Somehow, she managed to jump up and locked the door. So, at the end of the night, we went to open the door and it was locked! Had to take the door knob off to disengage the lock and get the door opened. It wasn’t really funny at the time but it is now.
Alright, that’s really it now. Time to stop the free association rambling and go find something else to do.
Dude, I was a free range trick or treater too!😁😁😁
Too bad we didn’t have Fitbits or GPS back then. I’d like to see a path of one of my candy hunts and how much we actually walked.
Probably enough to burn off the calories from all that candy😄