Drink and Be Merry

Onward I march through November eager for December and Christmas. Halloween was over too quick. I got to do the tricker treater thing for the first time from my own threshold. It was fun, but at one point I saw a tall hooded visitor and wondered, how do you know if all come for candy? I was glad to have another person with me to keep me safe. I was going to tell you that person was my husband, but then I didn't want you to get the idea that I needed a man to make me feel safe. It really was having another person there to help in case of an assault on my front door. It is a very dangerous holiday in my mind. Someone knocks and you open the door with no real way of knowing who it is, other than their size and are you going to ignore the door just because the shadow on your doorstep is a little taller than average? I suppose you must to be completely safe, but then we  return to the phrase trick or treat. If I don't treat than I can almost assuredly wait for a trick by morning. No one destroyed our pumpkins and in my life that has only happened once when I was six, probably one of the worst ages for such a calamity. However, the house behind us was broken into, two police cars parked and searched our properties. It is strange how little authorities tell you, probably for safety, but it is alarming to see two sets of flashing lights and have no idea what is going on.