Yes. We hid yet again from the children on Halloween.
We live in a neighborhood isolated from foot traffic, and a neighborhood void of children–seriously, it’s just old people and us. In years past, the doorbell rings once, maaaaybe two or three times during the whole evening. It spooks the crap out of our wiener dogs. And we usually forget to buy the candy (when you don’t have kids, and neither of you is a huge Halloween fan, and you shop basically at the farmer’s market and Whole Foods where there are no piles of snickers and reese’s pieces, it’s easy to forget the candy, believe me).
So we live in a non-Halloween zone, despite the hoardes of children and parents collected on the streets down the hill merely a mile away, an epicenter of trick or treating in this town (who KNEW so many children live here?)
We hide out in our basement, watching movies, turning off all the lights upstairs.
This year, we needn’t have put on such a production. No one rang our doorbell.