Well, another Halloween season has come and gone, and like almost every October for at least a decade, I have fallen to my personal Halloween curse. There is no October where I do not get dreadfully ill, suffer no problems, or fail to end up in some sort of misery. There’s always too much to do, never enough time, and this year was no different. I really did have high hopes for this blog this year. I had PLANS. I had LISTS. I had IDEAS! Alas. Perhaps I will continue in the tradition of the Year of Halloween, and just turn all of this into an ongoing project. Anyway, Happy Halloween! There are still a handful of hours left today for me to share with my favorite person and make up for lost Halloween time, and I intend to use them to watch monster movies of some sort and maybe eat candy.
I was able to eke out one tiny last bit of Halloween cheer, and finally carved myself a jack-o-lantern this year. It’s one of those ABSOLUTELY-MUST-DO-NO-EXCEPTIONS parts of Halloween that I absolutely did not do for the past few years, despite my best intentions. I don’t know why. I suppose the older that I get, the more tiresome everything becomes, and scooping muck out of a gourd is just, like, ONE iota too much trouble for me on most weeknights. But this year, determined to not let this season become a complete waste, I got a wee little pumpkin and carved it out, and roasted the seeds:
I’m a traditionalist. I like my monsters Universal, and my jack-o-lanterns with triangle features and toothy grins.
And I guess that’s it. It’s time for me to go out and stalk the moors, and to quietly bide my time until next October, planning, scheming, haunting. I suppose I do feel an extra little bit of sadness this year for some reason, but as we all know, Halloween isn’t a day or a month or a season, it’s a lifestyle, and there will be plenty of time in the next 365 for spookiness and joy. And, perhaps, I will make good on all those plans of mine anyway. The witching hour comes every night, after all.