Not only the usual pumpkin carving, costuming, and trick or treating,
but also dress rehearsal and performances all day and evening on Saturday,
followed by a haunted house visit,
then late night gnome girl skirt sewing & a quick jaunt out to meet friends for a drink at the local bar's Halloween party.
Sunday, C fit in a morning of hunting and, in the afternoon, the boys and I managed to sneak in a last minute trip out into the woods for about an hour to gather lichens for E's "seaweed" hair for his Poseiden costume.
THAT all felt like a nice, easy, break of a weekend, after working nearly full time hours every day, taking care of the animals, and getting the boys to auditions and rehearsals every afternoon and evening all week - all with a husband laid up for 4 days with a hunting injury. No, there were no guns involved - he slipped in the snow, tearing his quadricep, and then had to hike out 6 miles, half of those while hauling backpacking gear uphill on a deer cart - in the dark, in blizzarding snow. It could have been so much worse.
This past Halloween week was also, unfortunately all spun together with a too-big dose of icky, real-life-scary stuff for my comfort level, going on in the lives of family, friends, and other people in our little community. When one shoe drops, isn't there only supposed to be only one more shoe?
Well, regardless, there is never, ever, EVER, a dull moment.