I look at the five-day weather forecast and think: "No freaking way! That's too cold for this autumn season." Then I realize that it's late November and flash back to my youth, the teenage years, picking up walnuts and the jettisoned and greasy pods in the backyard and raking up fallen leaves in a cold rain. It's one of those images of a specific moment in my life that's always stayed with me.
Apparently cold is the norm around here for late November.
It sure feels though, like it was yesterday when summer ended.
What else feels like yesterday? It was 2009 (if memory serves) and a day-before-Thanksgiving train ride to Spokane to have a traditional turkey dinner in Idaho with a high school classmate/friend. It was even colder plus snowing then. I have a photo somewhere, that she snapped, of what appears to be me, exiting the back door of a bordello in Wallace, Idaho.
Damn! The day is almost over and I just realized that it's my dad's birthday. He would have been 108, Moms would be 97th birthday is next week. I've struggled in recent years with remembering who's is which week. I've admitted my memory failure publicly on facebook tonight .... which may get me a scolding by siblings and a couple aunts.
I bought a new car around this time in 2017 and remember thinking: "With a little luck, this will be the last car I ever have to purchase." Not that I had a death wish back then for some time in the next five years. But fast forward to the present and here I am again, wanting to buy a new car ..... and having those same thoughts.
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