The time to dig out the sweaters and snuggies , get the shovel out of the shed, make sure the windshield scraper is in the car, stock up on canned soups and cocoa, and dig the boots out of the back of the closet.
Yep, winter is just around the corner. Up here in Maine, we'll be putting on the long johns and warming our fannies in front of the wood stove. We'll be making sure we have rock salt on hand to throw on the steps on icy mornings, and checking to see if the guy who plowed our driveway last year is still in the business. We'll be pouring some anti-freeze into the car radiator and some dry gas into the fuel tank. Maybe we'll even start a pool to see who can pick the day of the first real snow storm--the one that doesn't melt away, but leaves everything looking pure, and white and beautiful--winner gets one of them blankets with sleeves they've been advertising on tv.
Those more affluent will be packing their bags to play snowbird and take off for any place warmer for the duration. For some, it's Myrtle Beach, for others, it's Florida or Arizona. And then they'll regularly call us poor slobs back here in Maine just to say, "What's the temperature up there today? Ten below zero? No kidding. Well, it's eighty-four, here, and we were just going out on the deck to get a little sunshine and sip a pina colada before we jump into the pool!" (Those bastards love to rub it in your face! )