Halloween! Halloween! Our first Halloween in Mexico, we opened the door to the perimeter security wall to kids (and their parents) screaming "Halloween! Halloween!" We made the mistake of letting them choose what they wanted from the basket of candy, and we ran out after about 15 minutes. No surprise, especially when we looked out on to the street and saw busses lined up in the residential neighborhood with families getting out to shake down any house for free food. I guess some things just don't translate.
Anyway, Happy Halloween. And, with everything else, this year will be different, except for the fact that we have not had one trick-or-treater ever, and I'm pretty sure we'll keep our record intact. It doesn't stop us from buying candy though, just in case. Just in case we want to gorge out a little tomorrow. Nothing like a sugar high, even for seniors.
On second thought, this year we may just have a couple of tricksters, as Annie and Sankar are coming up for dinner. They are packing out, and ready to move down to Virginia this week. Just in time since they're not too crazy about cold weather – it snowed here on Friday. I should mention that we joined them for a pumpkin tour of Naumkeag, a house museum with beautiful gardens in Stockbridge.
Halloween elsewhere? Check out these few photos here of the next generation vainly trying to make things seem normal. Simon was a hot dog, and it looks like Matthew is in full holiday mood with Donald and Everett having Halloween cupcakes.
Down in Brazil, they're trying to let Halloween sneak by. Hasn't really hit that far south yet. Thomas started back up at school this week, following a two-week quarantine since they returned from Portugal. Baby John is eating solids, as is Simon, and both seem ecstatic about all the new tastes from the photos.
We had a wonderful long weekend down in DC, with Margaret, Andrew and Simon, who is getting so big. He's at a great age, sitting up, sleeping well and laughing on cue.
Illinois Andrew sent a few pictures of Billy's children, who are getting so big. Myles is in 4th grade – can it be? Auden second and Elliot in pre-K. They by the way will moving into their new house in Dundee this coming week. Lur's parents continue to struggle.
Speaking of packing out, Timmy left Pittsfield for a new adventure out in Washington state. He pulled out of here one early, cold morning with a very full pick-up truck. We checked in with him through the week and one night caught him stranded in a ditch in Montana, having hit some black ice. A tow and two new tires later, he was on his way. His birthday is coming up. Happy birthday Tim!
And there were a few others. Billy, Claire, Kathleen. Happy birthdays!
We officially left fall this week, with the closing of Arrowhead (no more tours) and the end of my Pilgrim class (phew.) What to do? Plenty of projects have been awaiting, including, I hope, back to scanning the old, original Pops Weekly Letters.
We hear Peter is in the middle of Zoom trial. That must be weird, and difficult.
We've been trying out a new diet around here, since Mary had her heart operation and wants to get cholesterol and other numbers down a little. Meat, dairy, sugar and alcohol are on a "rare to never" list. Some of it is even rubbing off on me.
Did someone say elections? We don't see many ads up here, but then again, we don't have television, except for streaming. Not too many lawn signs either. A quick geographic tour of the family leads me to believer the same is true for most of you, with the exception of Claire in Michigan, and John and Marilyn in Florida.
And with that, we'll sign off with wishes for your health and happiness. Love from up here.
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