Told you I was going to do it. So
here's the photographic proof--
Yup; I touched the pumpkins on my way
to the Farmer's Market Saturday, despite the signs telling me not to
(for the whole explanation, just scroll back to Friday's entry). And
now that I have that out of my system for another year, I've come to
a strange realization--
Touching the pumpkin is actually how I
now celebrate Halloween.
Halloween used to be a really big
holiday in my little world. I would prepare for it by spending a
week or two on the road begging for blood (or, as I always used to
call it, “Pimping for Dracula”) and then spend the night itself
carrying on a decades-long tradition of going over to my parents,
getting dressed up, and trying to scare the crap out of neighborhood
kids. But since we don’t do the blood drive anymore and since my
parents moved and since it seems like kids really don’t go
trick-or-treating door-to-door anymore anyway. . .well, Halloween’s
just not that big of a deal any longer.
Because I live on the upper floors of a
house-turned-apartment, we don’t get kids ringing the bell for
candy, nor do we have any place to put any kind of decorations.
Since my nieces have grown I don’t get them visiting and showing me
their costumes. Speaking of dressing up, I suppose I could always
put on a costume and head out to some sort of Halloween party, but
not when the holiday on a Thursday, like this year. In fact, the
closest I’ll probably come to celebrating Halloween at all is to
slip in the disc of “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown” and
watch it.
That is, of course, assuming I can find
the time. And the DVD.
I’m not trying to be a Halloween
Scrooge, or anything. I know a lot of people are really into
celebrating the season; after all, it’s the holiday on which people
spend the most money, following Christmas. And I have to admit I
enjoy walking home on a crisp fall night seeing carved pumpkins
glowing in the dark, and then walking to work the next morning seeing
those same pumpkins smashed to bits and thrown into the street. And I
certainly appreciate all the work local groups put into various
haunted houses, bog walks, Spectacles, and other Halloween
activities.
But to me, it’s no longer that big of
a deal. It’s sad, but true. Maybe I HAVE become a Halloween
Scrooge. Even if that’s the case, though, I hope that YOU get to
do everything you want in the next ten days--costumes, parties,
pumpkin carving, and, of course, “sampling” as much Halloween
candy as you can.
After all, that’s the part of the
holiday that even a Halloween Scrooge can enjoy!
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