Halloween

For once we actually had a lot of Trick Or Treaters. There are years when we have less than 20, and this year we had 73 kids. Many of them were Bear's pals from the neighborhood school bus stops, and they were very glad to see Bear sitting in the front hall, patiently waiting until he could safely go sit and guard the candy basket again. (Mustn't let the kitty get near the candy!)
It was a nice day for Halloween today. Sunny, but turned cool and cloudy by afternoon. The North wind was nippy as the little goblins made their rounds.
We had the usual assortment of cute little bees, monkeys, and teddy bears. We also had the requisite witches, vampires, pirates, princesses, at least one bride, and lots of hockey mask wearing scary guys. (Who were really too short to be very scary, but I didn't tell them that.)
I had one very polite little man in a Batman mask who asked if he could "have a Butterfinger bar, please." Of course I gave him one, though his mother was aghast that he had asked for a specific thing instead of being happy with what he got. He did say thank you, and he asked so very politely for the Butterfinger. I think such civility in a child (who was five at the most) should be reinforced and rewarded.
I am sending the small amount of leftover candy off to fatten up Matt's coworkers. We don't need the temptation of all those extra calories around here. (I really shouldn't have made the free form apple pie this evening, but it was a whole wheat pastry and generally less unhealthy than my usual apple pie. We will have pie for two days at least.)
Now I have to change all the calendars in the house. (There are quite a few, I like time keeping devices) The time change this weekend will be time consuming. I really like clocks, you see. We also have to change the batteries in all the smoke detectors and carbon monoxide detectors. (We are also paranoid about safety, so there are several of those devices, as well.)
There really isn't a whole lot to write about at the moment, or at least there isn't much that wants to be written. Too many other things want to be done right now.