I don’t know when these weeks before Halloween officially took on the “spooky season” moniker, but it seems like a widely accepted term in popular culture. It makes me feel a little out of the loop, but maybe because I neither have kids nor am I a twenty-something with elaborate costuming-for-a-party plans?
While my (non)celebration this Saturday will involve a small dinner with members of my Covid pod, I’ve certainly seen the enthusiasm with which many people have embraced this strange holiday. In my neighborhood in San Francisco, there seems to be an unspoken competition for elaborate outdoor decorations.
I have to admit, I admire these folks for their creativity, and their tenacious hold on some bit of normalcy (if hanging skeletons off of your balcony is normal!). But I enjoy seeing them on my regular strolls in the neighborhood.
The world isn’t normal. It isn’t going to be normal for a long time, and even then, the new normal will be a far cry from our old normal. But I think it’s very human to hold on to those things that give us a sense of continuity, of tradition, the decorations and celebrations that mark the progress of the year.
And if nothing else, they provide a much-needed diversion in this spookiest of spooky seasons…