Our empty-nester cul-de-sac was absolutely dead, so we drove over a few blocks and hit pay dirt! Michael was fascinated with teams of youth swarming the night streets - "Mama, kids are everywhere." Incidentally, the housing parcels here are SO big, that the candy/sq ft ratio was skimpy, which was fine with us (boring parents), but I was a little sad that M & J wouldn't have the post-haul, inventory accounting experience that my brother and I used to have.
The parade moment at our church's defanged family harvest party.As elsewhere in America, Halloween has become an elaborate play date. An outreach to the surrounding apartments, we served up chili and hot dogs to walk-ins. It was a TON of work, and I'm curious at how the post-event wrap-up will go; because our church suffers "low relationality," the entire evening simulated community life, but...there you have it. Then, again, probably appropriate at this point in American life.
Jack's preschool with Mrs Hill: teacher as old witch! (Nice lady, actually).
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