Our peaceful contemplation following our Hallow’s Eve feast was interrupted. Not, as one would expect, by a knock on the door, but by a forceful bursting in of the door. A black clad figure, masked, except for his eyes, came whirling into the room, swinging frightful blades. He was followed by a black clad figure with wizened white hair and beard – his Sensei, I would imagine. 
Now I understand his refusal to cut his hair!
I recall a Halloween when I was probably 2 or 3 years old. My memory is boosted by the fact that Mom and Dad have pictures. I was a clown. I held my older sister’s hand all night for that sense of security you get from loved ones when you are scared out of your wits. Unfortunately, my sister was a witch, sporting a very ugly and scary rubber mask. Everytime I looked at her, I would cry. But I wouldn’t let go of her hand.
My mom and dad gave my older sister and I the gift of responsibility over our little sisters. I got to do stuff like cut their hair, sew them outfits…not your average run of the mill sibling responsibility tasks. And, of course, we got to design their costumes. I don’t remember them having too much say about it, either. I think the year of crowning glory in the costume department was the year we made my little sister Wendy be a jack-in-the-box. She was dressed appropriately like Jack, and had to pop out of a box. Of course she was 7-8, so it meant that Barbara and I had to heft around this great big box!
Having had the responsibility of costuming not only my sisters as they grew up, but also my own children, I am so happy to be able to enjoy Halloween without the added stress of “The Costume”! My daughter Alena has it easy…they make such great costumes these days, plus she can afford to buy them!! My all time favorite costume that she got for SP was the one when he was 15 days old.
Hope you all have a great spooky eve!
This brief hiatus that I have taken will have to be extended for a little more time. I haven’t quite been able to get my head around writing lately – for a variety of reasons – visiting sister, fishing, berries (or the lack thereof), tourists and more tourists and still more tourists.
I am taking time for family and spending precious time with friends; preparing foods for winter and getting set for the new school year. I think I have been waiting for summer to come….Ha! It must have been the cool moistness that fooled me. And now that we are nearing the end of summer, the empty rivulets in the hills are surprising to me. Where did all that moisture go?
Enough of that.
Picture a nice lunch. Then all of the sudden the aunts have a thought. 
Hmmm. Can we get a little more action out of the nephew? 
Ninja Boy! 
And, what kind of look is that from mommy….Is this a glamour shot? Is she giving the “stink-eye” to the aunts? Or does this simply say, “I don’t know these people. They just sat at my table.” 
Unalaska From My Point of View 
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