Halloween

Hey, was I just talking about autumn? I was confused. It's winter. Yep. A few days ago, it was 90 degrees out. The next day I went to work and it was snowing. Yes, on Halloween I woke up in a tent covered with snow. That was fun. My husband and I went to work, after triple-checking that Glacier Point was not going to be closed. Then, halfway up, they closed the road, so we pulled off at the only place that had a phone to figure out what we should do. Our boss called her boss who called his boss who called the park service . . . We were waiting in the snow for over an hour. Which was not a bad thing. I learned how to pack a snowball. And how to stuff a snowball down my lover's shirt after he pegged me in the eye with one. Yeah. Good times. Plus we were on the clock.
We got sent home early and told we would have the weekend off. So we jumped in the car for the quick (6-hour) hop to see our family. We got to go trick-or-treating with our wonderful little niece and nephew in Petaluma. Which is the place to trick-or-treat. They really get into it there. Elaborate haunted houses (free, of course), great costumes, all the best candy. And no one gave me a hard time about being the oldest person in our group to actually say "trick or treat". Hey, we're talking about free candy, people. Anyway, that's the excuse I used at first. Before I realized that nobody cared. It's not really about that, though. It's about being praised and rewarded just for being cute, or scary, or whatever you are. It's about blending in to a crowd of monsters and witches and fairy princesses. It's my declaration that, no matter how old I am, sometimes I just need to be a kid.
*I love Halloween.*