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The end of another week. Today started with a doctor appointment (ooooh new drugs and they come in a purple container – ooooooh) and then some fabric shopping (yes, I really really need more blues, as long as they are MEDIUM value blues, oh and maybe some of these three lucious reds and a these two wonderful greens, ok. Any maybe this grey.) And then work of course.

And now for some very sad observations about Halloween and the state of our culture. Isn’t it incredibly sad that people aren’t part of a community or neighborhood enough to bring their kids trick or treating in their own area? That they have to come to an outrageously loud, Radio-Disney blasting event at a huge regional shopping mall where tired little kids go in and out of stores and up to mall-peopled tables to receive candies in their little goodie bags which tout the latest Disney movie?

No kidding. No walking around in the dark, later than is normal for you to be awake let alone outside. No seeing other trick or treaters appear from behind a neighbors bush on their way back from getting a hershey bar. No. Just the same old thing of walking around the mall with your parents. Getting your little eardrums blasted by grownups howling into microphones trying to get you up on stage with your age group to judge costumes or trying to get you sing Y-M-C-A. yeah.

How very very sad. How did we lose our sense of neighbors or what Halloween is all about? So the kids grow up and don’t know the neighbors either, except as potentially bad, evil people. That’s not sad, that’s scarey.