Happy Hallowe'en!

And happy anniversary to us! Number 14, don't y'know.

We didn't have any parties to go to or anything, but I thought we'd put on a little bit of a show for the kids. I found a couple of Elvis masks at The Bargain! Shop [punctuation theirs] and we dressed as a couple of Elvis fans. I also carved an Elvis-o-lantern that I think turned out pretty great.



I can never figure out how to do that sneer.

Alison's got it down OK.


I realized we didn't have any Presley records to play in the background, so we decided to be undiscriminating Elvis fans and listened to Costello all night instead. I'd bought 84 little chocolate bars, so we sat by the door with The Attractions blaring and waited for the miniature tykes... Unfortunately only six kids in total showed up. And one of those was the daughter of my coworker, Sherri, who lives out of town and who'd shown up to see the awesome pumpkin and terrible costume her weirdo friend (i.e. Sherri's friend, i.e. me) had come up with. She was the world's cutest horse (the daughter, not Sherri). I wish we'd gotten a picture of her (daughter again). Princess Leia, Hermione (sp?) (from Harry Potter), Spiderman, kangaroo, and vampire, by the way, in case you were wondering.

I'm starting to wonder whether there actually are any kids in Wolfville. There are plenty of old people and university students, and we see kids at the farmers' market on the weekends, but they could be brought in from surrounding towns. Alison claims to have seen at least five babies being pushed around in strollers by different women, but I say they could all be the same baby being cared for by some kind of communal mothering group. Sounds like the kind of thing they'd come up with around here. The Wolfville Baby, then, could be the hero in this sort of anti-Village-of-the-Damned story. Or maybe it's more like the reverse of that Star Trek episode where they visit a planet whose adults have all been killed off and Kirk has to try to reason with the children that there is value in adult life while they childishly ignore him. "NO blah blah blah!"

Our recently licensed Haligonian friend Johanna's coming this afternoon and staying overnight. She's driving! I'm hoping she'll want to watch the '70's version of Invasion of the Body Snatchers with us. We watched the recent remake, The Invasion, last night after the non-existent Wolfville kids failed to overcome their non-existence and show up looking for I have to say some pretty darn good candy which we'll now have to try very hard not to eat for weeks and weeks until there is none left. It was a slightly different take on the story, and very good. Nicole Kidman is a good emoter through feigned non-emotion. And Alison is a perfect horror movie audience: she jumps and shrieks in all the right places, a quality which I have a feeling Johanna shares.

- Andrew