Those shots reminded me of autumn in New York, or I guess, in any large city, as one set of holiday decorations pushes another out of the stores. I'm already walking past Christmas ornaments and New Year's Eve finery, and I haven't even polished up my broomstick for its season yet! It's possible that what I took to be glittery New Year's Eve finery was in fact back-to-school sequin wear, but can the elves and Santas be frolicking because the end of September approacheth?
And what do I do every time I sense the arrival, however distant, of an event? I make a list.
I already know who's getting the first five books of the Betsy-Tacy series, and who's getting The Velveteen Rabbit.
Whether Himself likes it or not, I am replacing his much-loved sweatshirt with its exact duplicate, minus only the indelible food and wine history. I can say exact with confidence because I'm going to buy it at Ralph Lauren. With a little luck, he might not even notice. Sadly, this year there are fewer old folk to surprise with outrageous underwear, but we have the joy of buying goofy stuff for more little ones, including a little guy who stopped being little at 11 weeks.
I'm so glad I decided to wait to buy him a "welcome-to-the-world" gift until he arrived in the US. He's here now, and like both his parents, he's tall and strong and gorgeous. Still not employed, but we've noticed scouts. Perhaps he'd like a javelin.
My sister, very close to me in age, is still wishing for a pony.
Shared ownership of a "companion animal" may reflect our time's commitment issues. However, if you try to buy a share of a horse, it's called syndication and all four syllables of that mean red tape and regulation. Sister dear will have to settle for a ratcatcher shirt. You might let me know if there's a shared guppy in your circle of friends and family.
If the advancement of seasons continues at this pace, maybe my grandchildren will buy fluffy ducklings and chickens in the spring, and strings of twinkly lights and little Santas in December. Until then, as always, crisp mornings ⇒ to-do list. .