November's also contains the firearms deer season in Minnesota, which during my childhood just meant we couldn't walk our dog in the woods behind our house but now brings both excitement and suspense. Just yesterday I received an email from one of my editors with the subject line, "Now you have to kill something." I had twinge of horror before I opened the email that he wanted me to shot a deer this season and write an article about the experience, but the email just contained a link to an article about the reopening of a noted tannery. Still, the fact people know I'm interested what to do with deer hides shows just how much my life and priorities have shifted in the six Novembers I've spent with Andy.
The cabin has yet to be fully transformed into deer camp, but there's a new pair of insulated camouflage water boots by the door now. Tomorrow the deer stand will go up in some as yet to be determined location and soon the pleasantly scented soap in the shower will be temporarily replaced by "Scent Killer" soap. There's something comforting about the routine whether in two weeks there's more venison in our already packed freezer, it's not a bad time of the year.