Happy Halloween

Next to Thanksgiving, Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. As a girl I would throw on an old shirt of my dad’s, rub some charcoal on my face (Hobo), grab a pillow case, then run out the door with my sisters before it was even dark to maximize on our candy collection potential. I don’t ever remember my parents taking me trick-or-treating, although I’m sure they must have, but trick-or-treating with my sisters is my first memory of complicit dishonesty. Despite our promises we would 1) go down Holly Street even though that’s where the Hell’s Angels lived; 2) eat candy right out of the bag (always the wrapped bars, never the apples); 3) go into stranger’s homes if they had a haunted house set up; and 4) stay out much later than we were supposed to, pretending we didn’t know how late it had gotten to be.

This is the first year Ella is going trick-or-treating without me and alone with a friend. I”m glad she’s going – I’m not ready for her to be too old for trick-or-treating. Last year, faced with going with me, she opted to stay home and pass out candy instead and it was not very fun.

I’m glad she’s made a good friend and excited for her to go wandering around Sellwood but I wonder if I should send a dog to go along. Will they feel safer with Roxy on a leash beside them? Probably not. They’ll just be irritated and Roxy will drive them crazy with her tugging and barking.

So I guess I’ll keep the dogs home and let them drive me crazy while I hand out candy to the little guys in the neighborhood. I’ll hang with the pooches, watch the Adam’s Family marathon and eat Snickers until I feel sick. It’s going to be weird missing out on the trick-or-treating, but I guess I can rub a little charcoal on my face if I get too nostalgic.

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