Hallowe'en hijinks and more
Nov. 3rd, 2006 11:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
matrixrefugeeWow... I woke up Hallowe'en morning to find a mini-graveyard, like one of those little family plots you find in the yards of old houses here in New England, had popped up under my window. The work of my dad who'd snuck out there early in the morning to surprise me.
The three of us had our Hallowiener-roast that evening under a sky with a waxing half-moon and wispy clouds scudding along with a brisk wind behind them. I read out loud Neil Gaiman's true ghost story, "The Flints of Memory Lane" and the last three parts of his "Forbidden Brides of the Faceless Slaves in the Secret House of the Night of Dread Desire". I was going to read "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow", but the thing is forty pages long and I've still got a touch of laryngitis. I think our lights attracted the goblins: we had all of four trick or treaters show up -- the most we've had in almost twenty years -- and we would have had two more if our neighbor's dog hadn't decided to do his impression of the Hound of the Baskervilles and bay at the moon.
Went to the noon Mass at St. Joe's downtown the next morning. And as of yesterday, a rainy All Souls' Day, the Thanksgiving Turkey Parade has started at work. Today, I'm fighting off the desire to dig out my Trans-Siberian Orchestra CDs. Best Christmas music ever.
The three of us had our Hallowiener-roast that evening under a sky with a waxing half-moon and wispy clouds scudding along with a brisk wind behind them. I read out loud Neil Gaiman's true ghost story, "The Flints of Memory Lane" and the last three parts of his "Forbidden Brides of the Faceless Slaves in the Secret House of the Night of Dread Desire". I was going to read "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow", but the thing is forty pages long and I've still got a touch of laryngitis. I think our lights attracted the goblins: we had all of four trick or treaters show up -- the most we've had in almost twenty years -- and we would have had two more if our neighbor's dog hadn't decided to do his impression of the Hound of the Baskervilles and bay at the moon.
Went to the noon Mass at St. Joe's downtown the next morning. And as of yesterday, a rainy All Souls' Day, the Thanksgiving Turkey Parade has started at work. Today, I'm fighting off the desire to dig out my Trans-Siberian Orchestra CDs. Best Christmas music ever.