Hello October, Good Bye September! Simply put, September tried my soul and that of every resident in Florida, Texas, Puerto Rico and the Caribbean. So many blog topics came to mind before, during and after Hurricane Irma, I started making lists on scraps of paper. Looking them over now, every single topic smacks of irritation, frustration, or anger. For now I will put away the September notes and fully embrace October with an open heart and unbridle optimism.
In the coffee world, it's Pumpkin Spice Latte time - and this year I am going to experiment with an organic pumpkin puree, cinnamon and a simple syrup. I will offer this in addition to the Torani Pumpkin Pie Syrup www.torani.com. I'll announce when the new flavor will be available via Facebook. I am shooting for Wednesday, October 4th.
October is more than the return of Pumpkin Spice Lattes. Growing up north of Boston left indelible impressions about the month of October: turning leaves, the first frost, Indian Summer, days getting visibly shorter and preparing for Halloween. Living in South Florida - we get shorter days and maybe a slight drop in the daytime high temperature - 85° instead of 87°.
I am not pining for the change in seasons, if I do, there is always North Carolina. Yet, I am nostalgic. And I blame this bit of emotion on having attended a child's themed birthday party at a place with go-karts, mini-golf, an arcade and a floating version of bumper cars. (Last year the party was at the same park. Captain America made a cameo, this year Batman - next year if Superman stops by, I will insist the birthday boy picks a side - Batman vs. Superman happened, there is no escaping it.)
I have two complaints about the birthday party, one has to do with the availability of hand sanitizer, which needs no further explanation; the other complaint is about the diaspora of guests around the park after the cake was gutted. Everyone was welcome to do their own thing. Some went to play mini-golf, others to race Go-Karts and some disappeared into the arcade.
I sat at an outdoor picnic table trying to figure out when the party was technically ending and lamenting the lack of hand sanitizer. One of the mothers said last year, they stayed until 7PM, the party started at 2PM. I looked at my watch - 4:10 PM.
My eyes glazed over, I actually felt a little sad for the birthday boy. I started thinking about two parties I attended when I was a kid. One was Ryan Morrison's birthday and the other a Halloween party held in the basement of Mrs. Sedgewick's house. Neither party can be called epic by today's standards but I remember the games we played after 44 years.
First everyone played the games and no one was good at them. Athlete or bookworm the playing field was level. No one practiced Bobbing for Apples, Pin the Tail on the Donkey, the Clothes Pin Drop, Red Light/Green Light or Simon Says. http://redtri.com/classic-birthday-party-games/ If the adults weren't cheering us on, they were supervising the game. Sometimes they played the games with us.
I know the birthday boy enjoyed his day. In forty years, he may remember posing with Batman, playing video games with his friends or mini-golf but he won't remember the sound of a clothes pin dropping into a glass milk jug and 16 adults and 20 kids cheering like it was a Super Bowl touchdown. Happy October.