Gotta get me a clicker/counter gadget so that I can have an accurate reckoning of how many trick-or-treaters that show up at my porch. The guess this time was somewhere around two hundred or so. Other estimates around town were pushing for three hundred–not exactly a surprise, since most other communities around did their ”beggars night”, as it is sometimes called, on Friday, allowing time for munchkins from miles around to show up to “double dip”, so to speak. I contend that they–the two-time ghosts & goblins–are being trucked in from PA.
Anway, be that as it may, some of them were pretty cute, some of them were quite inflated and having difficulty in keeping their various pieces/parts from dragging enough to slow their progress around from door-to-door. I am frequently suspicious of the dads–usually–who claim to be soliciting candy “for the baby”. Yeah, sure. That baby should not be scarfing down that much candy in the first place, and secondly, how much of it actually went to the little one? Probably a good thing.
My selection of top-o-the-line doughnuts (or donuts, if you prefer) went pretty well; I was only forced to eat a small selection myself. The cider was a little less popular; that’s in the fridge for local consumption.
But I really do have a major over-supply of candy. I usually take the surplus to feed my QuizBowl team at practices and/or competitions but currently, the roster is depleted, so I have ‘way more candy than anyone ought to have around the house. Part of the problem is that whenever I see some new confection, I want to try it out, like Reese’s PB&J –comes with either grape or strawberry jelly. Who thought that up? Or Oreos in 6 spooky Halloween designs? Or fruit snacks with a Spanish lesson on the front? ( soft kitten=El gato suave) I am a sucker for the off-beat (My home decorating is a testament to that.), so of course, I bought WAY too many bags of interesting goodies which will now have to be farmed out to dedicated chocolate fans and I will start purchasing Christmas stuff…which has been on some shelves since Labor Day. It’s just not Kosher to be handing out chocolate cats, pumpkins and witches in December.
And speaking of cats…. (Nice segue, right?) Rusty, the latest star boarder, seems to be settling in pretty well. There are some problems with him wanting to inspect nearly everything that moves into his line-of-sight, leading to a fairly circuitous trip to almost anywhere and slowing me down a lot. Patrons of the Garrettsville Family Y seem to have grown accustomed to him, and he to them. Like most cats, he is not real inclined to follow orders, if he even recognized such a concept, but he is definitely a social sort and perfectly amenable to making new friends…even ones across the street, which he is NOT supposed to be crossing. The latest thing on the horizon is the possibility of getting him some permanent company–to avoid any psychological damage–HA!–of being an only child, so-to-speak.
Will keep you posted on upcoming conCATenations in this regard.
