Halloween Die-ary #9
We burst through our door in a dust devil of beach sand and
ocean salt, fresh from our week of tidal pools and lobster rolls on the Cape.
Big Face welcomed us home with his goofy grin that he still doesn’t understand is
threatening in certain lights and angles.
The night before we left for this trip, we decided to give
ourselves a Halloween booster. You know. To counteract the good, good, good
vibrations of our surfin’ safari. And we did that with a movie night. There are
some movies that we save until we can make an event out of them, and The Nightmare
Before Christmas is one of those movies. September 13 is slightly too early
for it, possibly (especially since it’s technically a Christmas movie), but we
decided to make popcorn balls and get the family together to watch it. Even
better, it would be our youngest’s first real experience with both the movie
and the treat (she’ll be two next month). She seemed to be mesmerized by This
is Halloween, What’s This?, and everything about the popcorn ball. But
otherwise, the real world of jumping off furniture and pulling her sisters hair
until they screamed held more fascination for her.
On the drive down to the Cape, I decided that to keep the jack-o-lantern
rind hot, I’d record any traces of Halloween on the trip, kind of like I did
that one time in October I found myself in Germany.
We visited about a dozen oddities, including a cemetery
murder scene, a UFO abduction site, a haunted tower, an abandoned military
base, a gravestone with a curse for an epitaph, and much more. I mean, major
spooky stuff. I'll be writing about some of it for the season. We also did our annual Gin and Boris night, and we launched Cursed
Objects into the world. So, somehow, even without my Halloween photo
scavenger hunt project, we basically kept the creepy alive in the face of ocean
vistas full of seals and seagulls.
Now, back at the Black House, I feel ready to go all in on this Halloween Season. “Double dead” as Oogie Boogie says. We’re going to decorate this weekend (so that Big Face doesn’t feel so awkward by himself anymore). I’m going to drop the air conditioners down the basement stairs. And I’m going to run at the season with the ardor of October 1.
