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Ready for a frightfully good time

My sister, Traci, and me. I’m not sure what year this is. She’s wearing a fairy costume handed down from me and I am a bum. Don’t ask.

Halloween has come to Greenwich.

Really.

I am not drinking or otherwise incapacitated. Today is the day decreed by our town’s lawmakers as All Hallows Eve 2012– a 12-day-late consolation prize on account of Hurricane Sandy.

I do not know if a lot of kids will come to the door, but I fervently hope so.

The Halloween decorations have worn out their welcome. The cobwebs look more than a little sad, and not at all scary. I’m sick to death of the blinking eyeballs in the bushes.

And the Candy. Must. Go.

For heaven’s sake I’m already on to Thanksgiving and Christmas planning.

The All Hallow’s Eve fun has just begun. My first eight customers arrived to dig into our big bowl of candy, yelling their thank-yous as they skipped back down the driveway, witches’ hats, ninja swords and fairy wings bouncing behind them.

There’s quite a lot left considering we broke into the stash when there was no electric power and eating sugar seemed like a good antidote.

Of course, I had to run quality control tests on the various flavors throughout the day.

Just in case.

I thought maybe, since it’s Sunday, we’d see some trick-or-treaters this afternoon, but no, they’ve only just gotten started.

Now dusk has arrived, thanks to Daylight Saving Time. My usual rule of thumb at this time of year is: “If it’s dark out, I can be in my pajamas, no matter what time it is.”

It’s tempting to change — the kids might simply think it’s a costume.

I’m not sure Catherine would ever get over the year Mom gave out Halloween candy in her bathrobe, however.

Better to stay dressed in actual clothes.

Meanwhile, I should test the Kit Kats again. Maybe try a Nestle Crunch.

Or a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup. …

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About Terri S. Vanech

Wife, mother, communications specialist, Jazzercise instructor and recently reunited adoptee. I'm living out loud -- and trying to make it all work -- in midlife. Having a sense of humor sure helps.

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