Halloween has to have Trick or Treaters to be any fun at all. Since Trilogy doesn't allow trick or treating, we had to find our own. Off to Marc and Anita's house we went, armed with a little treat for their kids. As soon as we arrived, it felt like Halloween - kids were already in their costumes, bugging their parents to leave. Nick, who is 13, had already left, but the younger ones had to stay and wait for a parent to go with them.
Nicole was a gypsy dancing girl, Justin was a Ninja, and Samantha was Vampira. They all looked like they were having a great time. Anita took them out to trick or treat, and Marc, Jim and I, hung around the house. Marc answered the door while Jim and I rifled through the candy supply for Reeses and Milky Ways.
Just before we were ready to leave, Nick showed up with some buddies, but even in his hurry, he had a moment for a picture and a hug for grandma and grandpa. Nick's a good, loving kid, always with a smile and a friendly word. Samantha said Nick was a dead guy without a coffin...but Nick looks pretty alive to me. But, from the looks of that bag he's carrying, he might end up pretty sick. 
On the way home we saw lots of kids sitting on the curb raiding their candy bags before they headed home. They seemed to know that as soon they got home, Mom would confiscate the candy and begin the 'sensible' doling out. By the time the kids are home with the candy bags, they've already eaten enough candy to be dog sick, so the ''two" pieces that Mom allocates is more than enough.
Jim's off playing golf (like he does most days). When he gets home we're off to Fairfield to deal with the property tax people. We received 3 tax bills totaling $4138 - just for the first installment. Not good -- we're keeping our fingers crossed that the tax collector's office will admit there's been a mistake and will reduce the bill by about half. Not a fun afternoon.
I understand Jim Jr. is doing some job hunting for a part time accounting position. Good for him. Let's all hold positive thoughts that he'll get the job that's a perfect fit for him.
Love to all
Corrie and Jim
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