The day before the day the gate opens

So tomorrow is Hallowe'en.

First one in the forever house.

Hopefully, tomorrow I'll get to hand out treats to a generation of kids that we will watch grow up. There are a lot of kids in our area, and they're mostly very small yet, so we will have at least twelve years of them before they grow up and leave.

I say I because I'm home alone again, Himself is in New Brunswick decontaminating a pulp mill or some equally necessary but truly gross activity. I am never quite sure.

It's kind of annoying because we had a date for Hallowe'en.

We don't have many dates.

Also, I've pointed out that we are going on our honeymoon in seven days so to make sure to come home before next Friday to get a ride to the airport.

Several times.

It's not that I think he'll forget, he's as excited about our first 'doing nothing' vacation in four years as I am. (As opposed to Ireland/ camping which are 'doing too much' vacations).

I just feel that pointing it out twice a day on the phone while they're all listening makes it easier for him to stand up to the company if/ when they decide he needs to stay in NB.

"She'll kill all of us."

They all know me.

So it works.

My codename is Grumpy, apparently.

Which is good.

Better than Pushover, anyways.

So tonight is three nights before the full moon. The moon is bright and the sky is clear. The temperature dropped twelve degrees when the sun went down and the omens are good for the gates opening tomorrow night.

We shall find out if the house is haunted.

We..

I mean me..

Whoooooooo...