My biography journey has rounded the corner of "M" and am now at "N." The former was a biography of Delbert McClinton, the latter Sam Neill's memoir. The Mcclinton book spent a little too much time on the history of Texas for me. Neill is proving as witty and delightful as you might expect.
Do you refer to Halloween as a holiday? I can't, because to me a holiday means not having to go to work. You know: businesses closed, no mail, that type of thing.
I was brought up in a house where my mother actively resented Halloween, and let her opinion be known each October. She deeply resented having to buy and give candy to anyone who knocked on the door. Briton, as a wee one, did not like other people not being dressed as themselves, and didn't like costumes for himself very much. (Oh, the irony of growing into an actor. . .) Hannah has always loved dressing up for any reason. Yearly trick-or-treating plans had to be balanced with extreme care.
Tonight, I am sitting on my heating pad, watching hockey while knitting, and, so far at least, there hasn't been a single knock on the door.
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I never 'got' Halloween as a grown up. Maybe it is because I felt I was putting on a 'costume' every single day i went to work!
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