I hit a low point last night. All Hallows Eve it was. It was exciting. I knew some former neighbours were on their way with their five kids to get some treats. They're great kids and I miss them so it was nice to see them.
Then, more trick or treaters followed. Cute, little kids with their moms and dads, dressed in colourful and creative costumes. Then, I thought, I should do a kid count - you know, count the number of children coming to the door for candy.
So, I got the Sharpie out and started putting notches on the candy box after each visit. The visits stopped around 7:30. That was it. No more kids. So, my counting stopped at 12. That was it. 12 children came for candy.
So, I started closing up the house for the night and it dawned on me. I just counted all the kids I had come to the door for Halloween. Old people do that. Oh, oh. What's happening to me? Is this how it happens? Is this a natural part of the aging process?
I'm not going to count the kids next year. I'll feel young again.