It’s the first day of NaBloPoMo, which I think should have a Muppet for a mascot, and to begin this journey of month-long drivel, I want to begin with a rant.
See, last night was Halloween. Our neighborhood is mostly older folk, and this is our first Halloween here, so we didn’t really know what to expect. I knew our neighbors have, like, eighteen kids or something Duggar-esque, but I didn’t expect to see any of them because we tried to kill them on the Fourth of July. (In our defense, they could’ve gone back inside after the bottle rocket shot under their conversion van. Perhaps it’s Darwinism?)
But seriously, we were ready. Last year, we lived in a heavily populated area, but a musical friend of mine lived down the street and did a REALLY FREAKIN’ AWESOME haunted house, so people didn’t stop by because all they could see was the fog and blacklights awaiting them a few houses down. No biggie.
This year, though, I was excited. This is our PERMANENT home! The one where my child would grow up! We should be community oriented, right? RIGHT. So Binja and I parked our happy tukkuses (tukki?) on the front stoop, him all decked out as Dread Pirate Binja, and me as.. soccer mom celebrating Halloween. We had a ginormous cauldron of candy to give away. And we waited.
And voila! Families came by! Groups of five and six kids! I was so excited!
Except? One by one, the groups headed down our driveway, saw our Obama for President signs, and then turned on their heels and headed to the neighbor’s house instead.
SERIOUSLY!? YES, SERIOUSLY. We watched four groups do this, with us sitting right freakin’ there, until one family braved the Obama-infected house. ”We like your signs,” the mom said happily. And then I told her what had happened. ”Are you KIDDING me?!” she asked. I shook my head, sadly. This was NOT how I wanted Binja’s first Halloween to go.
She shrugged. ”Well, I guess they’ll have to get over it by next Wednesday, huh?”
After getting some teenagers by, we finally packed up and headed inside. Our doorbell only rang once after that, while we sat in our kitchen and watched families pass us by.
The Boy, however, was happy to report that he had visited many McCain houses and gladly took THEIR candy. I think this is a fundamental party difference.
I know I’ve sworn off talking politics on here, and for the most part, I’ve done that. And this wasn’t really even intentionally political, it’s just what freakin’ happened. It makes me scared for our country next week, whatever the outcome.
That is all.
