All Hallows Eve . . . One (Dearly Missed) Soul's Night

I had a grand total of three trick-or-treaters tonight. For the last few years, I have not had anyone. It's the neighborhood. Asheboro's "Mountain" is not what I would call a neighborhood . . . at least in the sense that the neighbors are involved in each other's day-to-day lives . . . or really care about one another. The way some of my "neighbors" treated me is proof enough of that. It's just a bunch of big houses.The three goblins that did show up at my front door were rewarded with an entire bucket of (real good) candy. I don't give out cheap stuff.I always carve a pumpkin. This year, my boyfriend brought a really big one over. It turned out well.I'm looking for a black cat . . . a girl cat to be a companion to TJ. I thought about getting one this week. But then I remembered that the shelters (wisely) restrict adoptions of black cats immediately prior to Halloween.I love this time of year and enjoy the Halloween festivities. I appreciate the history and don't buy into all of the dark stuff. Two years ago, Tim and I visited Salem, Massacheusetts. We stayed at a B&B. We saw lots of witches and pagans and other bizzarro things. It was WAY cool. The trip deserves a post of its own. I'm not up to it tonight.This day is always bittersweet. Sixteen years ago today, during my last year of medical school, a close cousin (only one year younger than I) died from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head . . . after a long battle with mental illness. Bill Jones was a physically ...
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