Curmudgeonly thoughts about the near and dreaded future

This is not a blog about Hallowe’en.

I do not like Hallowe’en.

I do not like it so much that I refuse to update the spelling of Hallowe’en.

Of all the holidays, Hallowe’en is my least favourite, although it runs a close and crusty second to St Patrick’s Day.

If I could do anything other than celebrate Hallowe’en, it would be to get in bed with the covers over my head, which I was doing until I felt compelled to not write about Hallowe’en.

Having said that, I just happen to have the cutest Hallowe'en photos.  Click on Emma.
So, sue me.

2010-10-29 School Hallowe'en

It's coming up...

Lorna's Land of Wonder seems like a lonely place tonight.  It is bereft of creative ideas and conglomerous lists and mindless rants.  It is a blah stretch of vanilla road leading to nowhere.

I think the vapidity of The Land has something to do with Autumn.  Many people choose Autumn as their favourite season, which is understandable if you like crisp, bracing weather and heartbreakingly beautiful maple-tree-related vistas or if you dream in terms of turkey.  I, on the other hand, spend much of the Summer season dreading Autumn and all of the Winter season berating myself for being so sucky as to moan about the relatively bearable downside of Autumn.

Nonetheless, I have been known to overturn, if only momentarily, my ingrained dislike of Autumn.  Once, I saw a movie I liked in October.  Another time, late in September, I tried caramel mocha fudge ice cream and found it tolerable.  On yet another occasion, the sight of my grandchildren in their adorable, yet sturdy, Hallowe'en costumes almost made me grin.

Oh, beware the ides of October!