The Day After

"So, back in the attic I go, eh?"

     It's November 1st.  The day after Halloween.  Youthful extortion for all manner of tasty goodies has come and gone.

    Although I'm sad to report that we only had one trick-or-treater last evening.  Numbers of little urchins knocking on my door have been dwindling over the past several years, but last night was a new low. Perhaps next year I won't even bother getting candy...?

    Oh, hell, who am I kidding?   When October 31st, 2026 arrives, I'll still have a bowl of candy in case anyone comes a-knocking.  I just won't rush home from work to do so.

    Still, the dearth of little superheroes, ghostly critters, and, yes, Blue Man Group impersonators has left me sad.  I guess it's a sign of the times and a possible shift in our culture.  Don't have to like it, but there it is.

    On the bright side?

Leftover candy is mine.  All mine.

 Bonus blog bit:

Since I went to Catholic School (aka "Penguin Academy")...

"I never liked that term.
Knuckles if ye please, cheeky boyo."

my brothers, sister, and I could sleep in the next day, All Saints Day.  To those “in the club” (so to speak), November 1st was a “Holy Day of Obligation” and so, was a day off from school (a point rendered moot if it fell on the weekend.  In that case, we groused that we were ripped off by Jesus).

NOTE:  I'm not sure if it still is a Holy Day of Obligation.  Or, if so, Catholic School inmates students still have the day off.
Since today is a Saturday, I guess that means they can suck it, though.

    This meant we could shove candy down our throats when we got home until we passed out, woke up, ate some Sugar Smacks, inhaled more Three Musketeers, watched cartoons, and made fun of the public school kids as they trudged off to class.

     This was the best part of having the day off because the public school kids were beating us up the rest of the year.   Even the girls.

Those public-school kids really had no sense of humor.

Next:  I'll begin my "Argentina Travelogue."