It's snowing here in Riverview.
November 6th.
The Rascal Flatts was the first.
Then, the municipally enforced law that says leaves and grass will only be picked up if collected in clear green bags. Any other coloured bags will be left at the curbside. My mom watched as the new neighbours packed up their leaves in a clear blue bag. "It's not my place to tell them", she says...
Then, the local argument about whether it's appropriate to put up public Christmas decorations before Remembrance Day (or in my dad's words "
Armistice Day") (He's on his fifth viewing of
Band of Brothers)
Now this. My mother has Bing Crosby's Christmas album on.
I need medication.