Today is November 13, 2019.

That’s what the calendar says.

But most of us across this vast nation are now in a mini polar vortex, enough of one that it sends shivers through our bodies at the mere memory of one full frontal assault we had ten months ago.

Was it really ten months? Feels more like a whole year! And why wouldn’t it? We are experiencing January weather instead of temperatures hovering at freezing.

Whatever happened to Indian Summer? Our trick-or-treaters were bundled in coats and mittens while trudging through snow. In October!

Now, two days after our second wallop of snow from Mother Nature, I’m wondering who’s at fault here? Is it the calendar? What role does Poor Richard and his almanac play in this con upon the unsuspecting public? Did someone mess with Mother Nature’s medication?

To rub salt in this arctic blast, one of the local radio stations has been playing nothing but Christmas songs for almost two weeks! My email in box is loaded with Black November specials – forget the obligatory Black Friday! We now have a whole month to grab those deals. Hurry! They won’t last forever – just until December 24^th, when the real sales begin December 26^th!

I’m trying to plan my Thanksgiving menu, not shop for Christmas! I have WAY TOO MANY things to do before I set up a Christmas tree. In fact I think I need to buy one.

So, as I tune to Mel Tormé’s holiday classic, “The Christmas Song” on the 24/7 Christmas station, I’ll decompress on my way home while visions of prelit Christmas trees and Yule logs fill my head, I ask…

what’s the rush?

photo by me!