Another Halloween behind us, and into a new month. This time of year is pretty darn nice in the desert; we're looking forward to cooler days.
Joan decorated a table that we put out in the driveway. Steph, Dan, and I manned the table, ready for trick or treaters. "Business" was not brisk: an estimated 50 or so candy takers. It was a lot of families. Some kids not in costumes. Some dressed elaborately.
We set "ground rules" ahead of time that we all agreed to: everybody gets candy; costume or not; doesn't matter the age.
We got to meet some new neighbors; had a nice conversation with a family of 3 from a couple blocks away. Everyone who came by was nice. Another good experience.
Not easy to see, but Dicha is in the photo, between Steph and the table. Dicha did pretty good with all the activity. A lot of "Ohhh - can I pet your dog?"
One woman who asked Steph, "Which of these guys are you with?"
Steph pointed at Dan and said, "That is my husband."
"Who is this other guy?"
Steph said, "That's my Dad."
"He looks too young to be your Dad."
Steph said, "Let me get him into the light so you can see better."
She's sweet that way.
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You know things are OK when they still pick on you. Worry when they stop (out of pity)....
I stayed in the back of a darkened house last night and did not see any trick-or-treaters. We don't get many anymore, being between batches of kids of the proper age in this neighborhood. When we moved here 18 years ago there were plenty of kids but they are all now in college or working. With few exceptions, youngsters cannot afford this neighborhood with one-acre lots. Most of our neighbors are retired empty-nesters or never had kids.
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