All Hallow's Eve

The ghouls and goblins are abroad and ghosts are everywhere. Witches have been knocking at my door and eerie sounds are all around. At The Hideaway we stocked up on yummy chocolate bribes for the neighborhood kiddies, but only a few trick or treaters have shown up. The Park sponsored a party at the Rec Hall and I believe that gave the kids a safe place out of the rain to celebrate.

It is the night when the veil between the living and the dead is very thin. A night to light a candle for the ancestors. A night to honor those who have gone past the bar. Tonight marks the end of the Celtic calendar year. And in Portland it marks the end of Fall and the start of The Rain which is falling as I write. My shiny new metal roof will protect me and there will be no more dampness in the dining room this season.

The kids and grandkids have gathered at Windy's but I have chosen to be a responsible pet owner and stay with the dogs. They are frightened by the costumes and confused by all the noise and knocks on the door. They are settled in crates in the back bedroom listening to classical music and snoozing with their bones. Halloween is second only to the 4th of July for doggie meltdown.