Okay, there is so much I want to tell y’all, but this one has to be about Halloween. Such as it is. It’s not a lot.
Now, I loved Halloween as a kid. Kelly gets WAY into it, and I can totally sympathize, if I lived in the States, I would too. But Halloween has a history there. Here, it’s basically just a new excuse for selling crappy knick-knacks. You wouldn’t believe how many ceramic “jack-o-lantern’s” (sic) you see on sale here (hellooo, the point calling, it misses you too.) The costumes are half-assed. Most people don’t know what to do when trick-or-treaters show up on their doorsteps, trick-or-treaters don’t know the basic etiquette, things like don’t ring someone’s doorbell at 10:30. Halloween here is just really shoddily done, and it’s no fun at all.
DrBob HATES it. Like kids don’t get enough sugar in their daily lives, they have to go door-to-door begging for it? And for him there’s no meaning to Halloween, because he didn’t grow up with it. What he did grow up with is All Saints’ Day, November 1st. Like in Mexico, in Bavaria this is a day to tend the graves of the dear departed, but it’s fairly solemn, unlike in Mexico. Because in Mexico the weather’s nice and you can make a family day out, and there’s the candy skulls for the kids to eat and the cheerful morbidity that Germans don’t really do (that’s a Spanish thing). Germans mostly stand shivering around a gravestone and chat with the cousins. Which the Sniglet and I will do tomorrow, we’ll visit the grave of two grandfathers. Yeah, one grave, two granddads. I’ll tell you about it sometime.
So as you can imagine, Halloween’s a big argument every year. The kids want to go trick-or-treating, DrBob is having none of it, I can see his point, but all of Ignatz’s friends go (aaaaand, if all your friiiiieeends, jumped off a cliiiiiiff, would you jump tooooo…) and the Sniglet really really wants to. This year, of course, Georg took Ignatz to Rome and when the plans were made Ignatz was really, really upset that he’d be missing Halloween. He’d already promised to take the Sniglet out, so the Sniglet was also hugely disappointed.
Punch line? We got two trick-or-treaters today, the sisters next door. They showed up at 4:00, and since then there’s been no one.
I have no idea what to do.
Song du jour of the day: Half Jack, by the Dresden Dolls.