First we dropped in on our old school and their costume parade…
When it got dark we joined with L’s best Toronto pal and ventured out into the night…I love Bloor West Village at Hallowe’en, so many great decorations, swirling leaves, chatting parents, and giddy kids in wacky costumes. On one street there was even a fellow handing out hot chocolate, hot dogs and chili – taking donations for charity.
We even trick or treated down our old street, said hi to the old gang, and took a peek at our old house. This elicited some sad looks and the declaration “I want to move back to Toronto!” But it passed… at the end of the night the official candy sorting and counting buoyed her mood considerably.
A great great night – in L’s journal entry it was officially declared to be ‘Awesome’.