Hallowe'en
A lovely Hallowe'en was had by all. Whenever Hallowe'en falls on a Sunday, there's usually a big kerfuffle about whether or not it should be moved to Saturday. Guys, it's a kids' party. Sure, move your George Street debauchery to a night when you don't have to get up in the morning. If your homage to the dead conflicts with your Sunday evening church service, I'm sure you can work something out. But my kids dressed up and went begging around the neighbourhood like always and had a ball. If you don't want to participate for any reason, go right ahead and turn your lights off. Just don't get on about being a better Christian because of it.
If the weather can be taken as a sign of God's opinion of the actions of His people (ha!) He firmly agrees with me. Saturday was as miserable, slushy and windy as Friday, not fit to take a cat out in, black or otherwise. Sunday, on the other hand, was a lovely sunny day, and remained warm enough after dark for my girls to wear street clothes under their costumes and be perfectly warm. (They wore their mitts, but didn't need to.) We're back to cold rain today, but thank you, Lord, for your reprieve that let my kids be kids without getting PNEUMOOOOOOONIA.
A lovely Hallowe'en was had by all. Whenever Hallowe'en falls on a Sunday, there's usually a big kerfuffle about whether or not it should be moved to Saturday. Guys, it's a kids' party. Sure, move your George Street debauchery to a night when you don't have to get up in the morning. If your homage to the dead conflicts with your Sunday evening church service, I'm sure you can work something out. But my kids dressed up and went begging around the neighbourhood like always and had a ball. If you don't want to participate for any reason, go right ahead and turn your lights off. Just don't get on about being a better Christian because of it.