I love the holidays, especially Halloween. There’s something wonderful about the anticipation of it all. Chilly nights where I hear the wind blowing outside my bedroom window, orange and crimson colors decorating the trees on my way to work, and nearly jumping out of my skin when the motion-activated grim reaper laughs at me when I’m buying toothpaste at CVS. Seriously, it gets me every time!
A friend of mine and I recently reminisced about all the fun we used to have dressing up on Halloween. Looking back over years of frequenting Party City and vintage stores to find the perfect shoes for my masquerade outfit or the ideal black lipstick for my Goth costume, I can’t help but to smile. My favorite street to trick-or-treat on growing up was Rowland Road in Fairfield. Nearly every house was decorated in cobwebs, luminaries lined the walkways, and residents answered greeted us in masks that resembled something recently discovered from an opened coffin.
As an adult, I do not dress up very often these days. In fact, I’m lucky if I can find a few hours to score a pumpkin from the grocery store and draw a face on it with permanent marker. So this year when my friend and coworker Jessie asked me whether I would like to accompany her to Silverman’s Farm in Easton next weekend, I said yes. Yes to the excitement of visiting the farm animals and feeding them corn kernels for .25 a cup. Yes to buying copious amounts of kettle corn, pepper jelly, and cider donuts that I anticipate will last just over a week. Yes to buying a pumpkin I may not have time to carve, and perhaps even consenting to take the time to embark on a hayride tour of the apple orchard up the hill.
I often find myself at the end of the day. Teaching, writing, laundry, cleaning, and grocery shopping consume most of my waking hours. Sometimes I have to remind myself just how much fun I used to have sticking a pair of plastic Dracula teeth in my mouth or wearing a silly wig. Even if it’s not Halloween!