Tonight, during trick-or-treating, a creepy young ghoul commented on my orange and black striped socks (courtesy of Jill!).
Creepy Young Ghoul: I like your socks!
Me: Really? I wear them every year and you're the first person who noticed. Thanks! (shoves an extra handful of Twix into his pillowcase)
CYG: (walking away) I won't forget. I'll come back here next year and notice then, too! (presumably, to get the extra candy)
My word is my bond, kid: next year, there'll be a full-size, jumbotron Hershey's with your name on it if you notice.
Promise #2:
My friend, JLo, came over to celebrate with me. She lives in a condo where there are no kids, and she recently broke up with her boyfriend. Nothing soothes a broken heart like Plungerhead Old Vine Zinfandel, Reese's peanut butter cups, and homemade vegetarian chili. We carved pumpkins, toasted the seeds, and handed out candy together. My Beloved and I have never handed out candy together. For some reason, either I do it or he does, but it's not something we do together. I'm glad JLo promised to come back next year.
Promise #3:
On my first day at the new job, my boss gave me a Christmas cactus. I took it home and kept it alive until summer, when I put it into a hanging basket on the porch. I did a fine job of ignoring it while it gloried in my partial shade and abuse. I noticed it out there this afternoon, for the first time in months, and realized the nights are getting too cold for it to survive there much longer. I brought it in, watered and washed the leaves and, lo, the thing is just rotten with flower buds! On almost every stem! My mom always has Christmas cacti in bloom at the holidays and I think of her whenever I see one. I put the plant in a new partial shade spot indoors and am keeping my fingers crossed the buds fulfill their promise.
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