Halloween here at the senior complex was trying to lure children in from passing cars.
Our intentions were pure, however.
We had fresh baked cupcakes and candy to giveaway.
We have no small children in this complex --- well we do have Head Maintenance Guy’s (HMG) two boys and now his little girl, but they don’t count because they don’t interact with us.
Not that any of us would mind but, judging from the way HMG doesn’t bring himself, the kids, his wife down for events, even when invited to do so, I get the impression they all keep away because Corporate directs staff not get too cozy with residents.
At least HMG smiles and says good morning to us now. When Nurse Ratched was managing the place, she ordered staff to keep their heads down -- not speak to us at all and not reply if we addressed them. The excuse she used was our greeting them, their greeting us back interfered with their workflow. In reality, she was just a control freak and also jealous – wanting all attention placed on herself.
But, as I was saying … even though we have no small children per se, moms and dads do sometimes bring their costumed children to show their grandmas before setting out to trick or treat, so we do get those few when us seniors set up a Trick or Treat here situation. Plus, cars driving by, with children, see us and pull in.
We did well enough last year that we were eager to get out there again.
This year, after an hour and a half in the cold wind, we received only one little visitor, and that one was the grandchild of a resident, so I headed back to my unit.
Apache, who stayed after I left, texted that four more showed up.
On another topic, along about 3:45 yesterday, next-door neighbor knocked on the door to say, “They’re getting their car back. They’re out there now”.
So Nosey was right, a car actually had been stolen.
Looking out the patio window, I could see a tow truck delivering the Toyota Camry to its parking spot, and a police officer helping the resident, I’ll refer to as The Old Guy with the Cane, go over the car. To check condition and contents I suppose.
With him was a woman who met Nosey’s description of having a breathing tank. I’m accustomed to seeing the Old Guy, but never saw the woman in all the years I’ve lived here, never knew Old Guy had a wife upstairs.
At any rate, I’m happy they got their car back and in what looks to be good condition. I hope they caught the thieves so they’ll be disinclined to come back and bother any of us again.