Weekend Plans Post: We’re Getting It Back

Back in 2005, lawmakers decided that it would be best for safety if Daylight Saving Time extended to the first weekend in November, because it’d be safer for children to go trick-or-treating when the sun was still out.

My neighborhood gets, maybe, 3-5 kids anymore. There was an awesome period back around 2005ish where we had, like, 30 kids in the neighborhood but they all grew up (the household that had 5 kids moved to Alaska, if I recall the gossip correctly) and we just don’t get the kiddos anymore.

My buddy who lives down near Fountain, however, lives in a neighborhood *TEEMING* with children. Like, every year, they get a hundred kids. So I have been enlisted to go over to his house every Halloween and sit in the driveway with his brother-in-law while he and his wife and his sister take the brood of kids all around the neighborhood. We grilled hot dogs and sat in lawn chairs and laughed until sunset, at which point the trick-or-treating began.

But it was fun to watch the little kids wander around and walk up and some would immediately yell “TRICK OR TREAT” and some would get up to us and freeze up and we’d have to give them a nudge and say something like “say it!” and others would come up and yell “Happy Halloween!” and we’d have to point out that that is *NOT* what you say and, between toddlers dressed up like baby chickens, me and the brother-in-law would discuss smoking weed in the 90’s and politics and he asked me about whether the cold war was really that big of a deal (he’s in his 30s and grew up in Durango so he missed out on a lot of local drama) and I’d say that it was a somewhat slow year with us only getting about 70-80 kids.

When my buddy got back from doing the rounds, I asked “did they hand out jello shots to the grownups?” and he said “every fourth house had jello shots” and he handed me a small bottle of Fireball. “I got this for you a couple houses ago.”

Seriously, going over to hand out candy for Halloween at his place is, like, my 7th or 8th favorite night of the year.

This weekend will be spent recovering from the last 8 months in the form of FINALLY GETTING MY HOUR BACK. Seriously, the night where I get my hour back might be my 2nd or 3rd favorite night of the year.

Oh, there will be trips to Costco and trips to Sprouts and I’ll probably pick up a cherry pie to bake at some point but, seriously, the whole weekend is overshadowed by how wonderful it will be to have my hour returned.

Let’s hope that this weekend is the last weekend it’s stolen.

So… what’s on your docket?

(Featured image is “heated blanket 2”, photo taken by Maribou.)