Snow fell today making the day for me wet and cold—not that it matters but I rode the train in as usual but the van is, once again, in the shop, needing repair to the lift gate and perhaps the door. I spoke with the shop a few minutes ago and a bolt or something has been sheared off making the complete apparatus unusable. It's November and as the great calendar changed months I felt the change to the Majors, of the holidays Thanksgiving and Christmas and new Years cleaning up.
I like November, November has character—the new TV season is well on the way as is the Autumn season. November feels solid to me. The rest f the leaves will finally fall off the trees,like they have been waiting round for some sort of an invitation—no the have it enough below freezing night to drop the sap on any tree and dropping their leave at the same time. The mountain cold drives the hardiest of the herbivores down to killing zones where men dressed in orange and red lay primed for bloodshed in the name of providing meat for the family dinner table.
November provides that brisk calm before the storm of December with its deadly temperatures and and deadly pace of holiday dances,parties and dinners—I think the Thanksgiving dinner a dress rehearsal for the big events of December. November is stoic as the month resides in the shadows of December just happy to be round provide a platform for things political and patriotic and sadly militaristic. Veteran's fading out in veteran's Day parades and Johnny's coming marching home from what ever military we're involved in. We vote in November and if we're really lucky the right person wins. November I m sorry to say. Is all about football and TV specials, chopping wood and having a fire in the fireplace with popcorn and lots of redbox or Netflixx—so enjoy November, bundle yourself up and the kids and head over the river and through the woods to someone's house you go...
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