It’s official: baseball is over and done. Last night, the Houston Astros won the World Series. If that wasn’t enough, Carlos Correa proposed to his girlfriend right after the victory. Baseball is done for the year. So is autumn, for all intents and purposes.
In the last few weeks, the trees have shed most of their leaves; there are a few that still sport mostly green coats and are clinging to their foliage with fierce tenacity but theirs is a losing battle.
It’s been at least a week since I’ve seen the sun; this portion of Wisconsin is stuck in a pattern of clouds and drizzle, with highs reaching the forties. This Sunday, we might see fifties, but it will probably be the last time for this year.
Welcome to November, one of my least favorite months. Cold, dreary and unpleasant.
Last night, Prime and I drove past the Fox Cities Stadium. The parking lot was empty save for one truck. The lights were off save for the electric sign facing the highway. The field was deserted. The bleachers and stands were vacant. The Fox Club was dark and barren. The team store was shuttered. It was a desolate sight as we drove past.
It will remain that way for the next five months. It’s going to be a long, cold winter. Colder still, upon hearing the news about the trade show. No, it isn’t a convention. This is a trade show, end of story. Because other trade shows are held every two years. this one is no different.
Winter is going to last a very long time. Too long, if you ask me. I don’t know how I’m going to soldier through this.