At some point on Halloween afternoon, I decided to write off Halloween as a bit of a wash, so to speak.
It was somewhere between the pouring rain, the fact that all four of us were at different stages of a cold, and that Des would not wear his costume without screaming. If he even saw me coming near him with bunny ears in my hands, he scampered off.
Like a cranky bunny, in fact:
There were childhood voices in my head. They were telling me that it shouldn’t rain on Halloween, and that no one should ever get sick on Halloween, even though I remember some very rainy and some very snowy Halloweens. I remember in first grade that I had a high fever, and my loving grandfather took me trick-or-treating on our street. I visited three houses before the fever and exhaustion took hold and I gave up that year. That’s just the way it is sometimes. Fevers and rain don’t read calendars very well.
And I’m a bit of a superhero when it comes to getting sick. I definitely got the least of this cold, luckily.
Imagine Desmond’s bewilderment when he woke up from his nap and two princesses picked him up and dressed him like a bunny.
Then there was Scarlet as Sofia the First. Her costume had a little fake brooch on front that had a photo of Sofia on it. Scarlet asked us to cut it off because, as she said, “People don’t wear pictures of themselves on their clothes.”
She’s right, you know!
Cookies make bunnies stop crying.
Princesses do too.
Then we went out in the cold rain with our half on/half off costumes. I forgot the candy buckets, especially the princess carriage candy bucket that had stickers peeling off of it but I still paid $7.00 for it at the Halloween store. We got to our first destination – a birthday party. The birthday girl, Katie, saw us outside and was screaming out the front door, “Scarlet!!!” Scarlet heard and was frantically yelling, “Katie!!!” but she was still belted into her car seat. And Des got into the act and yelled, “Katie!!”
Then we took our wet, candy bucket-less, bedraggled selves into that party and had a blast. After that we trick-or-treated.
– I saw a boy in a wonderful, homemade costume coming towards me. He had a gray fish head, gills and fins. I said, “What a great shark!” He looked at me in utter disgust and said, “I’m a bluefin tuna!”
– One of the first houses we went to gave Scarlet a Princess Leia Pez dispenser and a whole pack of rainbow Pez. Who were you, mystery awesome lady? Do you work for Pez? Are you independently wealthy? Are you independently (or dependently) awesome? Is it all of the above?
– I told you about the place projecting Wizard of Oz on the front of their house! Then we walked to the porch and there were two men and two women dressed head to toe as Dorothy. They gave great candy too.
– I also told you about the woman giving candy out of the top of her house with very long, fake arms attached to candy buckets that she’d drop down and pick back up.
It was the inventiveness and the spirit. It gets me every time. Right in the heart. Turned the cold, rainy, bunny-ears and candy-bucket-less day into one of the best Halloweens on record. And you can quote me on that.
That’s just the way it is sometimes. Awesome, despite our best beliefs that it couldn’t possibly be so. Life surprises you like that.
I’m in a bit of a sentimental mood tonight. I just had a weekend of beautiful faces and places. Des, Scarlet and I spent Sunday going in and out of parties. In one, Des felt comfortable enough to sleep soundly on my friend’s bed for nearly two hours. In the other, he had a shrieking tantrum on the floor of the doctor’s office. Yes, we were at the doctor’s office on a Sunday night. We know how to have fun! In seriousness, it was an open house retirement party for his doctor. It’s a practice full of great doctors, but I feel sad that his particular one is leaving.
Still, though. As we go in and out of so much – friends’ houses, parties, weekends in New Jersey, Halloween parades and birthdays – sometimes it’s all just so much. I wonder how much I can possibly feel in one day. In one weekend. In one life. Can I fit all of that feeling into this mind? I think I can. As the story goes, we’re lucky when we feel so much.