Is it just me? Does it seem fitting to you, too, that the day after Halloween brought gray skies and the threat of a chilly rain?
After what seemed like a warmer than usual October, I welcome the change in the weather. At the very least, clomping around in my new boots makes much better sense.
I bought them last month. They are the sort of sturdy leather shoe that tough working men wear to protect their feet – men like the roofers who just finished putting new shingles on a house on the other side of the neighborhood. As a matter of fact, if I weren’t writing this right now, I’d lace them up and head outside in the cooler weather to tackle a tough job of my own – removing the fake spider webs I draped over the shrubs in front of my house for trick-or-treating.
Tough jobs require tough footwear. And while I am pleased with my new boots, they aren’t the only news from my front stoop this week.
For one thing, our son, the one who never calls home from college, has shaved the sides of his head. My daughter alerted me to his new look. She showed me the picture he posted to Snapchat in which he claimed peer pressure made him do it.
Also, my wife took a couple days off work this week so we could spend some time together. We ended up stuffing the back of her Honda CRV with junk from the basement and taking a nice romantic trip out to the dump. The fire is still there.
Our friend David would have been a third wheel if he had gone with us, but he’s down in the dumps all the same. He’s been a Los Angeles Dodgers fan since childhood and is taking their World Series loss hard. Be nice to him.
If you see Nic, offer him congratulations. He’s taken a new job leading economic development efforts in the next county over from ours. He starts later this month.
Tammy’s orange and white tabby cat is back home safe and sound. He went missing near the end of September and now we’re all wondering just what that cat was up to.
Despite cooler weather, the neighborhood mom-walkers in their sensible reflective vests are still getting up before the sun for their morning march. The dentist who lives on the other side of our town park is still riding his bicycle by my house, and when I finish this I’ll be taking our dog Rodney out for our usual afternoon constitutional.
While the weather doesn’t seem to have crimped anyone’s normal routine, something has spooked the neighborhood deer. They’ve stopped harassing me and Rodney as we make our daily circuit and now I think I finally figured out why.
Our City Council has approved a new ordinance allowing bow hunters to hunt them within city limits. The deer must have read about it in the paper and decided to make themselves scarce. If council members had approved the ordinance sooner, maybe my wife would still have a garden and I wouldn’t be taking countermeasures as if the Russians were spying on me.
In any case, Rodney and I are now walking the neighborhood free from worries about a big buck leaping in front us in an effort impress the does and bum some beer money. And it doesn’t seem likely that they’ll be back, at least not anytime soon. The city’s season runs through the end of December.
I’m not letting my guard down, though.
Deer are wily opponents.
Vigilance is required.