Halloween ( or Halloweenie as we dachshund lovers say ) has come and gone. This should be a fairly short post. Share it with me.
I retired from teaching in May of 2004 - I prefer to call it graduating. Within the following year, we sold our house and moved into the motorhome. We had great plans.
Over time, we drove around the State looking at lake front properties until we found Richland-Chambers Lake east of Corsicana. We overpaid for a lot and began the process of planning a new house.
Now let's jump forward to this year, 2021. Sunday night was Halloweenie. I bought a couple sacks of chocolate type candies, and we waited. About 5:45, "Trick or Treat!" Nobody finished it with "Smell my feet." We probably had 40 or more visitors. Most were small - some not.
There was one family that had a girl who was taller than me dressed in a big M for M&Ms. My wife gave her candy along with the smaller tykes in her group. Then, from the back stepped the mother - gray headed, in costume with a big smile and an empty sack. She got candy too. The lady had to be in her 50s. This, of course, has given me an idea for next year. Me - going as pirate with a big sword.
There was one little girl on her first outing. She could walk, barely. She understood the process, but you could tell she wasn't quite sure what was happening.
One little kid (I'm guessing a girl) was in a big orange dinosaur costume. The costume was well over six feet and she had to be under 3. She could only move one foot at a time. When she left our door, her father came and carried her to the next candy factory. So cute.
The reason this has any significance is:
Since October, 2004, these are first tricker or treaters we have seen. Nobody ever visited the motorhome. And, nobody ever found our house on the lake. Every year, I bought candy. Every year, the candy was eaten by my wife. I use to help eat the candy until 2008 when I found out about my diabetes.
There it is. After all these years, we bought a house in a community full of young adults who have little kids Next year I plan to buy 3 bags of chocolate. Tell your children, your niece and nephew -
WE HAVE THE CHOCOLATE!!!!
Just for record, tomorrow the 4th day of November - I will be 81 years old. Think of me.
No, wait, pool all your money and buy me a beautiful big golf cart. I'd like that.