NOT READY
Even though winter has been galumphing up with its tongue hanging out and its tail wagging a mile a minute, spraying drool and happy pee everywhere I am NOT READY FOR IT. I’m fending it off with both hands, yelling, “NO NO NO! DOWN, BOY! WAIT!” Damn dog. The village has its Christmas tree up by the little traffic circle. No lights are on it yet, but it’s up. Christmas decorations are for sale in the mall and everything is starting to twinkle. NOT READY. I had to scrape the car windows this morning and it wasn’t any wimpy little...