What the Heck, It's Halloween!



It may seem redundant to call Halloween “weird,” but this year it's weirder than usual. For one thing, people are still wearing shorts. Besides that, pumpkin spice food just doesn't taste the same. And when the wistful autumn songs come on the radio, I just snort.

Ed says I'm being ungrateful, and this winter I'll be wishing Joni Mitchell or somebody would call this October back for another month or so.  He's right, but I want to wear my sweaters. Some people are shoe people. I'm a sweater person. I also like socks with animals on them.

To add to the unreality, the grocery store had bags of candy corn, candy pumpkins, and “Autumn Mix,” which is regular and Native American corn and pumpkins. The drugstore also had small bags of “Maple Syrup” corn. Nobody, including the candy store, which has been around since my mother was a child,and maybe longer, carried the Halloween mix, which has yellow, banana-flavored moons and femurs, purple “salted caramel” skulls, the usual corn and pumpkins, “chocolate” cats and bats of such a dark brown they could be black, and small brown jugs, which were maple flavored. The kids always fight over those. I restrain myself.

Fortunately, I was able to find them on the Internet, where shipping was free for orders over twenty five dollars. I bought three bags and gave two to Karen and Nikki. They didn't have the jugs; I guess the maple candy corn replaced them, perhaps to stop fights. I went back to the drugstore and bought six bags. They were small.

Ed said that it was a triumph of technology that enabled me to refuse to keep up with advances in holiday junk food so we could rot our teeth with purple skulls.

I  said, “It's a tradition.” When I say that, everyone stops arguing.