Escape from Halloween

Halloween never was an issue in our old neighborhood in 4S Ranch. Two or three groups of little kids rang our doorbell in the evening, they were cute, and we gladly gave them some treats. Watchful parents made sure that the little hands of their kids wouldn’t grab too much out of our candy bowl. And I had the rest of the sweets for myself (it is an important aspect of Halloween that there’d be leftovers). πŸ˜€

In 2016, our first year after moving to Rancho Bernardo, we experienced the real horrors of Halloween. We knew it would be busier, and were prepared. We had candy, and thought it was plenty. Our house wasn’t decorated for Halloween, but we left the porch light on. A mistake. Within just an hour we were out of candy, and the kids just kept coming! The disappointment in their little faces when I told them that we were out of candy. The disgust in their faces when I asked them if they wanted an apple or a tangerine instead! And then constant ringing of the doorbell. It got a bit annoying. We decided then that we would not continue to willingly contribute to the child obesity problem. πŸ˜‰

In 2017 we went out for dinner and, coming home to a street still teeming with kids, parked away from our home and waited, wondering what to do. It was nonsensical and we ended up hiding in our bedroom with all the lights off. An absurd situation, and it didn’t even deter the trick-or-treaters* entirely – especially the older kids. Other houses in the neighborhood have their walkway cordoned off with yellow tape and a sign in place: “sorry, no candy!” It is sad that this is necessary. Perhaps it will eventually lead to a mutual understanding that no Halloween decoration means no trick-or-treating. I’d welcome it.

This year, Shuwen and I escaped the Halloween madness at our street more successfully: we left the porch light off, I disconnected the door bell (so that Toni wouldn’t be disturbed – I wish I would’ve had that idea earlier!) and we went out for dinner. After dinner we walked from the restaurant over to the theater, and spontaneously picked a movie**. That was great.

We may have set the foundation for a new family tradition! It is marked as “Escape from Halloween” in our calendars. πŸ™‚


*) making threats while dressed up and getting rewarded for it without a service in return? Thankfully, not all follow this example in their adult lives, otherwise we’d only have politicians and mobsters! πŸ˜‰

**) we watched “Hunter Killer” and quite liked it – just one question, dear Hollywood: if there are Russians in a movie, is it too much to ask that they actually speak Russian, and you put subtitles on screen? It’s completely awkward when a Russian first says “I don’t speak English” (in Russian!) and the next moment he converses with his fellows – in English! Sometimes with, sometimes even without a Russian accent. Ridiculous!

 

3 thoughts on “Escape from Halloween

  1. Interesting. While my neighborhood has never been busy for trick or treating, leaving the porch light off has always meant that there are no (door) disturbances. Too bad it isn’t that simple where you live.

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  2. Congratulations on your escape! πŸ˜‰ We don’t have Halloween where I live, but we do have a major festival in a few days. It’s called Diwali or Deepavali (also, Festival of Lights). People of all ages burst fireworks all day long. We don’t have any restrictions on who can buy fireworks so a majority of the country goes crazy this time of year.

    As for me, I hate fireworks and try to escape it every year. The streets I can avoid, but the noise and smoke are inevitable. It was so great to read your account of Halloweenβ€”an unrelated holiday I could relate to. Thanks for sharing. πŸ™‚

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  3. For the first time since we’ve lived here in La Mesa (7 Halloweens) we did pumpkin carving and candy giving. Usually we don’t get bothered if the lights are off and we give the appearance of “don’t bother.” This year we gave out all the candy too! I noticed that the Trick-or-Treaters arrived in something like age order, the older kids (probably too old to be still doing this) arrived later and got the scraps that remained.

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