October 31, 2013
Alice called early this afternoon to report on the Hallowe’en lunch menu at The Place.
Zombie soup (beef and vegetable)
Casket Loaf (meat loaf)
Monster Mash (mashed potatoes)
Witches’ Fingers (green beans)
She called just now, at 7 p.m., to report on dinner:
Dracula Alfredo Over Worms (chicken and noodles – specific kind of noodles unknown; “wormy”)
Werewolf Mix (carrots and peas)
She told me that enormous pumpkins have now been brought in to keep the farmer company on the counter next to her. Once again her view of the elevator is blocked, which means she cannot observe Mr. Fickle embarking and disembarking. I recognize a call to action when I hear one. Soon, as surreptitiously as possible, I will be rolling large pumpkins around the dining room counters and out of her line of vision.
Also, after describing a woman she doesn’t like who had dressed up for today’s meals as an angel (“Whoever heard of anyone being an angel on Hallowe’en; it’s just the opposite!”), she relayed a concern about her own daily costume: “What if I can’t get this wig on when I get old?”
And your Hallowe’en? Going well, I hope. Did the goblins serve you something tasty? Do you have a sugar buzz?