The Horror of Halloween
Saturday, October 31st, 2009We left costume prep until the last minute again this year. There was not quite as much wailing and gnashing of teeth as I expected. We were writing in the studio, so to speak — trying to figure what the costumes were going to be based on what we could find in the picked over racks at the Halloween Express Superstore (TM, I’m sure). We grabbed some fake blood and some fangs and swung over to JoAnne’s Fabrics for a piece of sparkly spiderweb material and called it good.
Lilly (and her friend Sonja, naturally) were vampires. Maeve described herself as “a dead ballerina trick-or-treating.” (I remember it being “a dead zombie cheerleader” but there appears to be some revisionism going on by others in the household.) Wednesday morning I applied blood to Lilly’s fangs and created an oozing scar on Maeve’s forehead for the big Halloween parade at school. Maeve’s scar was apparently so realistic that when she looked in the mirror she claimed she was feeling a little dizzy because it was “so freaky.”
We spun around the neighborhood Friday night, but the chill in the air (hovering just above freezing) exerted more influence over the length of our outing than the allure of more candy. As usual, the girls sorted through their haul and donated a shocking amount of candy to the Great Pumpkin (the legendary spirit that leaves a few dollars in exchange for extra candy to be distributed to less-fortunate children). Maeve was particularly magnanimous, ruthlessly discarding 75% of her take.
In an uncharacteristically spontaneous move, we booked a hotel in Appleton Saturday and hit the road within an hour. The original plan was to go to the Menasha Jazz Festival and Turtle Festival, but once we got up there, we realized there was a lot more going on. After checking into our hotel, we walked two blocks to a really great children’s museum. The visit ended in a long multimedia art session. Afterwards we walked about a mile to a recommended pizza restaurant and pigged out.
First day of school: Lilly in grade four and Maeve in grade one! Lilly has been worried about her teacher because apparently the scuttlebutt is that she is very mean. We had a number of talks about giving her a chance and that maybe she’s just strict and her class last year was ill-behaved. Lilly tried to be optimistic but she had a lot of trepidation as she got on the bus. After the first day, Mrs. B was deemed nice, though she was still worried about day #2. After the second day, she was still deemed nice. After two weeks, Lilly decided that she was “strict but fair.”