You won’t find any kids in costumes next Tuesday – not where we live. Home is in a retirement park – an exclusive place for people over 55. Unless a kid is visiting Grandma and Grandpa (or even Great Grandma and Great Grandpa), you won’t see any mini-ghosts, hobos, princesses, or clowns in the streets of our neighborhood.
Of course, that doesn’t mean our neighbors don’t get swept into the spirit of the holiday – they decorate their houses. This large inflatable ghost, tomb stone and pumpkin greets folks as they drive by. (The wind has deflated it twice that I know of.)
The lady of this house is in poor health, but she still likes to brighten the neighborhood. She just can’t muster the energy to handle large objects, so a few simple decorations are in order. Personally, I like the black cat.
A little yard work is in order at this home. The place was recently bought by new owners who promptly did a lot of renovations. I was amazed they had the time to put out holiday decorations. Notice the nicely attired skeleton standing next to the front door.
Hey – it’s a wild and crazy life we lead here in Retirement Acres.