This week has been much like any other in my neighborhood. It’s been fairly quiet. Nothing unusual happened. We did, however, watch with interest as Virginians across the border went to the polls on Tuesday. Democrats swept the three top jobs in Virginia – governor, lieutenant governor and state attorney general. Plus, they cut into the Republican majority in the state House of Delegates so much that we’re still not sure which party will end up in charge.
Democratic success in Virginia came with victories in New Jersey and in major cities, including New York, Boston, Charlotte, N.C., and Seattle. But since West Virginians don’t go to the polls again until this May’s primary election, we were on the sidelines.
We sat out this one as early November rains brought much cooler temperatures to my front stoop this week. I’ve finally put away my cargo shorts and Crocs for the season in favor of jeans, sturdy leather work boots, and warm flannel shirts.
I welcome the change. To steal a line from a Twitter friend, I’m best in cold weather – and so is our Big Dog Rodney. Despite the rain, he’s been hanging out in the backyard more often. But while Rodney may be more comfortable outside right now, I suspect the colder temperatures have knocked our neighbor’s teenage daughter off her game. She overslept for school on Thursday. I don’t know for sure if the weather had anything do with it. But despite my enthusiasm for flannel, I acknowledge it’s harder to get out from under warm blankets when temperatures are raw.
Our own daughter made the newspaper this week. She and her theater posse are staging the World War II play “The Cover of Life” at their high school. She has a prominent role that my wife’s parents are eager to see. They are planning to come down for a quick visit to see the production this Sunday afternoon.
The newspaper spread includes a quote from our daughter and a nice picture in which she appears very serious. The whole thing made her mother happy, but she isn’t the only family member to rate media attention this week. My brother’s business, Bear Wood Company, is mentioned in this article about a new donut trailer now open for business in our hometown of Charleston, W.V. I’m not sure if he’s seen it. He and his wife are overseas – on a trip to Ireland.
Our never-in-touch college son actually got in touch this week. He’s making plans to come home for Thanksgiving, a holiday that appears to appeal to my daughter’s girl scout troop leader. Following their meeting this week, she handed out popcorn in plastic bags decked out to look like ears of corn. When she gave me one, she said, “I know. I’m weird.” And then she asked, “This isn’t going to land me in your blog is it?” Well, now that you mention it …
As the Thanksgiving holiday approaches, I find myself thankful for my neighbors. Last week, Senator Rand Paul was attacked allegedly by one of his while he was mowing his lawn at his Kentucky home.
None of my neighbors seem likely to attack me, but the episode has given me another reason to spread my arms wide and fully embrace plunging temperatures. In other words, the mowing season is just about over.