Look around
and you‘ll see Halloween decorations popping up throughout the neighborhood.
It’s the time of the year when people who are eager for Christmas decorations put
up black and orange lights instead. And it’s the time when neighbors complain
about the master decorator whose creativity makes the adults scream. Take a
look:
This
squabble could continue for years. While the master decorator enjoys the
holiday, his neighbors may think about “Halloweening” the decorator. Next year, if the
two sides talk to one another instead of talking to other neighbors, police,
and the media, maybe they’ll work out their differences. Talking begins with a
civil, face-to-face conversation. What’s the crucial conversation you’ve
avoided until now?
It’s
that time of the year again—pumpkin time! Pumpkins rule during this season. We
enjoy pumpkin-flavored hot beverages, pumpkin pancakes, pumpkin donuts, and
let’s not forget pumpkin bread.Our kids
baked two loaves on Monday. We devoured both of them by Wednesday, so they
baked two more on Thursday. We’ll have to exercise everyday for the rest of the
month to burn off our extra calories. If you’re up to your waist in pumpkin, check
this out:
I
wondered what happened to ginormous, leftover pumpkins. One guy said he used a boatload
of chemicals to cultivate his mega-pumpkin. If you can’t eat them, why
not sail them? It’s fun and makes good use something that’s destined to wither
away. Remember the old expression about one person’s trash being another person’s
treasure? What have you seen cast aside only to be restored for another
purpose?
I don’t like Halloween. There, I said it. While that might not be a popular opinion, most children love it and many adults celebrate the day by attending parties and decorating their homes with witches, goblins, jack-o-lanterns and boo-tiful, (couldn’t resist) festive orange lights, a precursor of the Christmas red and green ones.
As a child, I used to enjoy going door-to-door to collect that FREE! candy, but I don’t do that anymore. These days trick-or-treating in your neighborhood can be a risky proposition, especially at unfamiliar houses. A kid could do quite well making the rounds at the various organized candy-distributing functions, it’s safer, too. Ya gotta love those bags bursting full of candy. Parents, stay calm and just keep repeating to yourself, “Now’s not the time to worry about cavities, now’s not the time….”
For the past two weeks, different towns have hosted walking dead gatherings. I can just imaging the creepy make-up, fake blood and hideous masks—the stuff of nightmares. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to see the dead walking—not no way, not no howl (see what I did there?)! Given the number of deaths we’re exposed to, both in the news and on TV shows, it’s interesting how people avoid formulating personal ideas about what happens after we die. Check out what these people say about death:
Considering how they rambled, hemmed and hawed, you’d think the interviewer asked them to explain string theory. In the spirit of Halloween, take a moment to consider what you believe happens after we die.What’s your theory? Are you dead certain about it?
