Irvington is a pretty nice place to be in November. We don’t have to drive south to Brown County to see autumn color.
The leaves have begun to fall which of course means that I’ve begun to gather bags of leaves for my compost pile. The city gives us plenty of time. Their pick up doesn’t begin yet for several weeks.
This past Saturday was the Pleasant Run Run. Hundreds of people ran or walked. Some pushed strollers. Lots of dogs were led by leash. The route went by our house. Washington Street was closed to traffic to accommodate an all-day fair. Holiday events included the annual tour of haunted houses, fully appropriate for Washington Irving lore.
People on our street had another party on Saturday night. This is a neighborhood in the old fashioned sense. We know each other, we call to each other, we watch out for each other.
We are part of one small neighborhood supper club, which doesn’t meet often enough. We like each other enough to laugh through many a dinner.
From my front door I am within one walking mile of restaurants, coffee shops, a hospital, dentist, garage, gas station, library, shopping center, churches, nursery, car rental, computer repair shop, bank, pharmacies and city park. We can get two bus routes within two blocks. We are inside the beltway, five miles from downtown.
I do have a gripe. We don’t pay enough real estate taxes. Nor do other communities like ours. Consequently our schools are strapped for funds.
Tomorrow rain is coming. There are just a few things to do outside before snow flies. If I can’t do them tomorrow, they will wait for Friday.