My kids have been digging a hole in the backyard for the past couple of weeks. They said they wanted to dig a hole and maybe we didn't take them seriously enough because we said sure, go ahead, and now we have a hole big enough that they can both get into together. They sit down in the bottom and they can barely see over the top edges. It's a big hole. I don't mind; they shoveled the dirt into a neat pile against the back of the house and it can be filled in a few minutes. I'm just surprised at their diligence; who digs a gigantic hole for fun? I don't think it would have occurred to me as a child. But then I remember how much I enjoyed raking leaves as a child - seriously, it was enjoyable to me - and I can understand it better. They've also been working on a cardboard roof to put over the top when they're inside the hole. They're hoping I'll allow them to stay outside in the rain with their cardboard roof over their heads. I haven't ruled it out.
The Bear and I watched a documentary about the Eagles, the band, last weekend. It's currently streaming on Netflix. I think it's called "The History of the Eagles," if you're interested. I like the Eagles; my father is a fan and I grew up listening to them. I own their greatest hits albums on CD. The Bear is less of a fan; generally, he shares Jeff Lebowski's (unprintable here) sentiment on the band. But it was a good film. There's a segment which sort of depicts how ubiquitous their music has become, shown with people driving while listening to their music and hanging out in public places where their music is playing. I started paying attention: in the past week, I've heard them on the radio nine times (including four times in a single day), plus once in Starbucks and once in the thrift store. I was really surprised. Good for them, that's all I can say.
November! This stretch, now through New Year's, is my favorite time of year. There's a lot to look forward to: my birthday, then Thanksgiving, then all the Christmas preparations and the holiday itself. I like the weather now; it's cooling down and soon we'll have the cold, sunny days I like best. I've been preparing my winter wardrobe, such as it is. I finally have a real winter coat now, after spending many years layering on multiple sweaters to stay warm in the winter. I used to really care about clothes, then I had kids. I stopped paying attention, I guess. I could have taken the time, or spent the money, but I didn't. I picked up yet another cotton scarf in the thrift store this week, for 99 cents. One more for the collection. I love me some scarves. That's not it up there in the photo; that one was hand-woven for me by my mother-in-law. It has sparkly red threads in the weave, kind of fancy.
I've been baking more lately, now that it's cool out, and lighting my candles in the evenings. The furnace has been on twice now, albeit a little later than most years. I came home from the store after the first time, that smell of singed dust still in the air, and it seemed like summer - the hot, dry slog and the unpredictable monsoon - had never happened. I think we have two real seasons here - summer and winter. Fall and spring are tiny slices of the year. Winter and summer set in and mean to stay. I hope there's good snow this winter, it makes the cold winds worthwhile. I want to get lots of use out of my coat too; it was a long time coming.