Sunday, October 30, 2005

 

Avoiding Work

It's amazing what you can find to do before curling up with an ibook (company provided) and getting friendly with InDesign for the evening.

Before I can even start designing pages however, I have to listen to the audio of a small town candidates forum. Wohooooo. So, here I am posting. This is likely to be a series of random thoughts, so just bear with me.

And in the midst of all this, I'll probably have to get up and down a million to answer the door and give candy to the little beggars in costume. "But, kitten," you say, "today's only the 30th. Halloween isn't until tomorrow night."

This, my friends, is true. IF you're living somewhere normal. But no, this town has what they call Beggars' Night, in which children canvas the neighborhoods for candy the night BEFORE Halloween. Not only that, they don't say "trick-or-treat" when they come to the door. No, it's tradition that they tell a joke, or do a dance, or sing a little song. The idea being that have to perform a "trick" to get their candy. It's so, unnatural.

Apparently, it's been going on for more than 50 years. This crazy woman decided the vandalism from Halloween was getting out of hand, and thought up the whole scheme to keep kids off the streets Halloween night. Like, I said, it's so .... unnatural.

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I stopped by the grocery store on my way home from church, and the woman behind me in line was buying a home pregnancy test - her only item. Somebody may have a scary Halloween.

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After recently reading Wicked, the husband picked up the soundtrack of the Broadway show for me. Totally hooked!

I think "I'm Not That Girl" is probably my favorite number. Likely because I relate so well. I was always the buddy, the pal, the friend, the little sister type - rarely that girl. 'Course, in the end, I found that boy. It's a pity Elphaba didn't. If she had, I suppose there wouldn't be a story.

Well, I should be going. I really don't want to work tonight .....

Comments:
You know, I liked Beggar's Night. But it was hard thinking up a dippy joke for a two-year-old to tell.
 
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