Elizabeth Willis Barrett………………November 1, 2015
I need to add to my list of disliked holidays. I have made it very clear that I am less than a lover of Christmas. I’ve said it so much that people who I didn’t think were aware of my idiosyncrasy, have become a bit confrontational. I will probably have to write more on that subject since we’re now in November. But today I will talk about my least favorite of all holidays: Halloween. For many, Halloween is their all time favorite holiday, even embracing it more than Christmas. I don’t understand it, but I realize it.
Last night I HAD to go to a Halloween party. A HUGE one. Probably about 1500 Young Adults in an unsuspecting park. We couldn’t even go late because our car was used for Trunk or Treat and had to be decorated. At least I didn’t have to do the decorating. Plus, we figured we’d have to stay until the bitter end because of the same dilemma—our trunk was needed. Young Adult hours are considerably later than Old Adult hours, so I was bracing for a late night of wandering and schmoozing. Brad is a great schmoozer. I am not.
Since we had just returned from a two day outing with some of those Young Adults and hadn’t slept the long and peaceful sleep of the undisturbed, I was anxious to give up Halloween all together and crawl into my own dependable bed for a long hybernation. But no, I had to quick get into some kind of Halloween costume and hurry over to yet another gathering.
I have one go-to Halloween costume that takes no elaborate preparing, makeup or clothing. Well, two. I was going to wear a gray sweatsuit but I must have packed it when we crazily got the notion of selling this house and moving—more on that another time. So I just wore black pants and a black shirt and safety-pinned socks all over me. I went as “static cling.” I don’t know who first thought of that as a costume. Probably someone else who hates Halloween and wanted to get to some party with the least amount of preparation.
It is a little hard to “static cling” yourself, but Brad was busy trying to get ready and I didn’t want to ask him to stop and help me. He has a floppy hat and some fake glasses that hold a fake mustache so he thought he was in great shape costume-wise. Unfortunately, he had packed his glasses at the same time I was packing up my sweatsuit so he had to scramble for a costume. Quickly he chose my second go-to costume: a ham sandwich. This was a little difficult to create since I had also packed up the construction paper that would have provided all the colors we needed to turn him into a memorable ham sandwich. But I hadn’t yet packed a roll of butcher paper and thankfully found a roll of green plastic table covering that hadn’t yet been included in the packing frenzy. I cut out two pieces of bread from the brown butcher paper and two lettuce leaves from the green plastic and quickly safety-pinned them to Brad—a piece of bread and lettuce leaf in front and a piece of bread and lettuce leaf in back. At least the ham was authentic. He would also have made a believable bologna sandwich.
We finally got to the party. Once again I found myself climbing to the side of the minority. Of the 1500 gallivanting through the park in their very clever costumes, most looked like they had a love affair going on with my un-beloved holiday. Halloween was well honored and celebrated. And to be fair, I had a very good time visiting with friends and commenting on superb creativity.
I like my life. I like what I do. I have always considered time to be a very precious commodity and I’m heading to the scarce end of it. The thought of taking valuable time to decorate the house with ghoulish specters or to dream up time-consuming costumes just doesn’t sound very inviting. I’d rather take the time to practice photography, or practice writing or practice my “just the right size” guitar. And now that Halloween is over, it will only be minutes before the need to prepare for Christmas will be hollering at us from every direction. Aaaaaaaaaa!
I give thanks for the welcomed holiday in between—Thanksgiving. My favorite. I’m with my family—the absolutely most important people in the whole world—for an un-pressured day of good food and gratitude. And all Thanksgiving asks of me is some beautiful fall leaves and one huge, delicious meal……Plus lots and lots of thanks. I’m up for that.