Dark, Stormy Night
Pumpkins were carved and lit, warding off evil spirits. Beef stroganoff simmered. The Dog got into his role as Hound of the Baskervilles (the Long Island Baskervilles). Little children came to the door. One 2 year old, in a dragon suit was very enamored of the hound barking fiercely behind the window. Unafraid, the little chap walked right up, oogled the doggie and crooned to him, then bent and kissed the window. I gave him extra candy.
Another family came by, neighbors from down the street. The twins were dressed as a witch and a princess. The youngest, who's about 4, was wearing an adorable elephant suit. "This is scary," she lisped. "I'll tell you what's scary about the elephant. It's the sign of George Bush". She got extra candy, too.
The Child, in her retro "Charlie Brown ghost" costume, went off with the M Street gang. But they only worked one block. This is officially her last year trick-or-treating and she felt it should be more expansive. But in the first go she had stepped on her ghost sheet and ripped out the eyes. (Sure, kinda spooky). She came home and changed into an Indian princess, using the outfit her godmom brought back from India and borrowing my wig. The Spouse took her out to hit some more houses. She came back with an astonishing haul, very pleased indeed with herself.
We ate stroganoff and told the hound to settle down. Then I watched "Private Practice". It was a perfectly fine Halloween.
The End.
Another family came by, neighbors from down the street. The twins were dressed as a witch and a princess. The youngest, who's about 4, was wearing an adorable elephant suit. "This is scary," she lisped. "I'll tell you what's scary about the elephant. It's the sign of George Bush". She got extra candy, too.
The Child, in her retro "Charlie Brown ghost" costume, went off with the M Street gang. But they only worked one block. This is officially her last year trick-or-treating and she felt it should be more expansive. But in the first go she had stepped on her ghost sheet and ripped out the eyes. (Sure, kinda spooky). She came home and changed into an Indian princess, using the outfit her godmom brought back from India and borrowing my wig. The Spouse took her out to hit some more houses. She came back with an astonishing haul, very pleased indeed with herself.
We ate stroganoff and told the hound to settle down. Then I watched "Private Practice". It was a perfectly fine Halloween.
The End.
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16 Comments:
Pumpkin juice.. too, too funny! It was Miss Thing's last year too (she loves the sugar too much to have given up before now) so it was a little sad. But on the up side she hauled enough to last her until at least her 18th birthday.
I remember the Long Island Baskervilles. Nice people.
Great story. Up until the Private Practice part. That was scary.
Just thought you should know that I personally was visited by a retro Charlie Brown ghost AND an Indian princess, both of whom received candy. She was workin' it -
xo nayb
Happy All Saints Day to you!
Great pumpkin art!
Are the Long Island Baskervilles related to the Weehawken Baskervilles?
They're a little, well you know, different.
Wun'rful stuff! And oh that clever child of yours - t'wernt no accident about the 1st costume. The ol' switcheroo trick...one of my personal favorites.
Also, egads! - that Smilebox house looked very eerily like yours indeed! And that hottie witch at the door looked very eerily like a certain gothy other-peoples-kid-screamin somebody that I know. How poifect was THAT?!
Oh my- are they related to the Charleston Baskervilles? Fine family indeed.
Sound wonderful.
I just like the Child's cookies. Goes great w/ pumpkin juice...
I'm kinda proud of that little display, Doralong.
Very nice people, JP. We used to play bridge with them all the time.
Oh, she's a scamp, isn't she, Neighb?
And to you, too, Anne! As for the Long Island-Weehawken connection, yes. Second cousins, I believe. They are a little odd...not so much for the bridge playing, for one thing.
She takes after her Auntie Hat, apparently. And yeah, how cool was THAT? Like those Smilebox people have my number or something. Booda probably told them.
The Charleston Baskervilles...oh, lord, the cotillions...
It was, KA. Hope yours was, too.
Cowbell, yeah, but too much of either and, well, you've seen what happens.
There's that crack again.
gotta love those ghost costumes. HA HA
mmmm beef stroganoff... creamy wonder.
No kidding, Monica. Anything that involves sour cream is high on my list of yummers.
Is an elephant REALLY the symbol of George Bush?!!?? If so... why??!??!
I like the fact the the 2nd sentence is "Beef stroganoff simmered."
It really sets a spooky tone.
Dariush, the elephant is the symbol of the Republican Party, Bush's party, thus his symbol.
Why an elephant? Goes to a editorial cartoon by a chap named Thomas Nast. It was an insulting cartoon but the Republicans turned it around and owned it.
The Democrats have a similar story for their mascot: the donkey. It started when someone running against Andrew Jackson (I think it was Andrew Jackson) called him a jackass. Instead of being insulted he owned it and it eventually became the symbol of the Democrats. (Our friend Mr. Nast had a hand in perpetuating that as well).
And what do they mean? Depends on which party you are. A Republican would say the elephant represents nobility, strength and intelligence. A Democrat would suggest that it's a slow moving beast that can't change course quickly.
Aren't Americans fun?
Don't the Torys and Labour and all that have mascots? And here's another good question, do you still have Whigs? Whigs and Torys. I always liked the sound of that.
Iwanski, that's the thing about simmering...you kinda never know what's going to happen...will it boil over? will it burn? will the meat be tender enough? Like Hitchcock, I believe that suspense is more compelling than spelling it all out.
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