I had a long day. As usual.
I don't want anything to do with other people in my face.
When I go home, the thing I want most is to be left alone.
Who made the rule that I have to greet hoards of kids who come to my door wanting candy?
Is it good for kids to take candy from strangers?
Is it good to reward kids with unhealthy candies, rewarding them for what? Give them atherosclerosis, diabetes, and cavities?
Every year it's the same. We buy bags of candies we would not otherwise buy, give away 1/2 of it, and have the rest to eat, not wanting to, or throw away.
I thought about several things to do.
Like hide at the back of the house with the lights off.
Or buy a loaf of multigrain, whole grain bread and give each kid a slice. Very healthy!
Or have a nice big bowl, filled with little broccoli heads, cauliflowers, Brussels sprouts, and carrots. They could pick which the wanted. Also very healthy!
Or but up a sign stating "Quarantine! Influenza, meningitis, and flesh eating bacteria"
Finally, I put a sign on the front door, stating "Sorry!! No candy! I'm Sick :-( "
So far it's been quiet.
I'm a grouchy old man.
Just put up a sign that says "Grouchy Old Man". That may do the trick!
The school gymnasium idea sounds great. A good use for one's tax dollars, too.
That's a good idea Patricia. Probably is the best solution, especially for those who don't enjoy the festivities. I am lucky because I don't suffer any trick when I don't have a treat for them.
My dear old computer intermittently will not allow me to press the "Like" button; as just now.
I know what you mean. I didn't feel up to the task either and turned my light off. No one rang our bell.
I have a little different take on Halloween; I like it, with all the excitement for the kids and their strange costumes. This neighborhood is a very tight group, almost family and I enjoy them over the years ... they grow so fast, are gone, and a new generation of neighbor kids arrives. But not tonight! Just don't have it in me.
A little boy across the street, four years old with long blond curls, almost dreadlocks, was brought home from the hospital when he was an infant and adopted. He is just getting to the age of really enjoying the night's prowl. His costume was a fireman, I hear. But I missed him as well as the others.
I don't like the candy for Trick-or-Treat, either, and so bought oranges and apples. The little ones probably feel disappointed, but I don't feel good about all that sugar for these little tykes. I guess orange juice and apple slices will be served here for some days. Maybe apple slices and sauerkraut is in order. Or bubbles and squeak.
I liked the sign that Hunter S. Thompson put on his front door from time to time. As I recall, it read something like, "I shot myself in the nuts and can't come to the door right now."
I, too, am a grouchy old coot! And, I suppose there can be similarities pointed out between Halloween and Christmas. Everyone is supposed to "get into" the season - whether you want to or not. People are expected to buy things for others that are useless, or in the case of candy (both seasons), potentially harmful if one goes on a binge. And, you're supposed to act cheerful when uninvited people show up on your doorstep expecting something. And, for the foregoing reasons and more, I DO NOT celebrate Christmas. Quite frankly, every year, I get more and more pissed off as the holiday approaches. The "old coot" coming out in me.
However with Halloween, I make and exception. First off, unlike Christmas, everyone knows it's all pretend shit to begin with. Well, most people - other than batshit evangelicals who think evil spirits will enter a house by watching a horror show on TV. No one will jump your ass if fail to say "Happy Halloween." No one goes around trying to force you to be merry, with the inane question of "are you in the spirit of the season yet?" One is not expected to attend parties or gathering for weeks preceding the holiday where you're expected to socialize with people you socially avoid all year. And, you're not inundated with cards and letters from third cousin Sally and her husband Fred with a two page single spaced letter telling you how little Suzy and Jake did in their spelling bee contest when, in all probability, you haven't seen them in 4 years and couldn't ID them in a police lineup of suspects in a liquor store robbery. Plus, I happen to like werewolves, vampires, zombies, evil space aliens, ghouls, demons, and any assortment of boogeymen, witches, and warlocks.
And, besides, I live 20 miles out in the country where I haven't seen a trick or treater in 15 years.
I usually get about 8 ankle-bitters looking for candy on halloween.
I didn't feel like participating last year, so locked my gate and kept the porch light off. This year, I thought I would give them something, so I purchased a small bag of my favorite candy, unlocked the front gate, and pruned away the overhanging brambles from my gate to the front door.
However, as dusk approached, I just didn't feel like bothering, so I locked my gate and kept the porch light off, and ate a couple of the candy bars.
You can count me as one of the grouchy old men also.
I celebrate the solstices and equinoxes, which, by the way, form much of the timing for religious festivals. In 1974 I loaded my three kids, two cats, and two boxes of kittens into the car and left married life and religion behind, I wanted to create festival events for the kids so they wouldn't feel left out.
Seasons provide a perfect alternative. In spring, on the equinox, we enjoy a planting festival, complete with a long table filled with delicious foods of early spring, a tub full of juice drinks, and a process of planting seeds inside. Family, friends and neighbors join us in the tasks. In summer, on the Solstice, we have a growing festival, doing pretty much the same type of celebration, enjoying the growing season. In autumn, and the equinox, we harvest crops, mostly cabbage and have long tables set up in the garden with cleaning, shredding and weighing cabbage, putting it in crocks with measures of salt and capping them off with heavy carved wooden lids weighted down with rocks. On the winter solstice, we open the first crock and have a feast with sauerkraut and whatever. On spring equinox, we open the last crock as well as a repeat of spring tasks. The cycle of the year is completed, the kids know from where food comes, and we work/play with gusto, celebrating the wheel of the year.
I love to note the solstices and equinoxes, but never catch the right moment to actually celebrate.
Opening the crock of sauerkraut would be a great way to celebrate. I should learn how to do that.