Halloween. I hate it. I wish it didn't exist. But it does. And I deal with it. But I don't like it. I don't like what it represents. I pretty much don't like anything about it. ...except for maybe the clearance candy that takes place in your local Target or other stores the day after. But then I don't like that I went out and bought that candy because I know that I don't have the perseverance to hold back from eating piece after piece of chocolate, caramel, nougat and whatever else that I might purchase. I actually have for the most part avoided certain grocery stores this month so that I don't have to listen to the hideous hackle of a air-blown witch that gets triggered every time someone walks by. What a perfect concept by the devil to ruin such a beautiful time of the year!
Fall is absolutely lovely. I love driving to church in Livonia, as it is tucked back into a grove of trees, that are all vibrant in red, orange and yellow hues right now. It is a wonderful reminder of God's faithfulness in terms of farmers and their harvests, and that truly He is the ultimate Provider for all our needs as He has promised. And I love fall foods (I'm sure I'll probably end up writing a post of this all by itself later)... everything pumpkin, squash (my new found delight), sweet potatoes (though I still disagree with my husband and love the brown sugar and butter vs plain concept)... I could probably go on. But I should stop now. I'm getting hungry.
All that being said, I was hesitant when there was a "Halloween" party with the Botsford Avocates group for the month of October. But I figured it was mostly for the kids, and for the adults to once again get together for a time of dinner and fellowship. AND since I was given a pea pod costume for 0-6mo back at my baby shower, I figured I might as well put it to use here, since he definitely won't be going out Oct 31st. At least not with me. I wasn't going to dress up at all, although a couple of my friends had called me a party pooper. Goes back to the fact that I really don't want to support all this nonsense. But with 5 min til I had to run out the door, I figured at least I could be a farmer carrying around my little pea. Not that I have farming clothes. So in the end I was stuck just putting my hair in pigtails, threw on a John Deere shirt, and old jeans. And that was my get-up.
Joel met me at the hospital (the party took place in a room there) and we ended up having an enjoyable evening of carving pumpkins, talking to doctors (Joel), talking to the spouses (me) and watching little kids get amused by "smoke" (dry ice) rising from a caldron (punch bowl), having their parents carve them pumpkins, and run around in their costumes with bags given to them to get candy.
