On Turning 47

And our dog having puppies, and our dinner club, and visiting the DMV

Today I am 47.

It’s the morning before winter solstice, the morning before the shortest day of the year, and the light from the sunrise slants shallow along the ground, throws long shadows that reach for our house. The evergreens are gray with frost, the sycamores an ashy white where their top layer of bark has peeled.

Today I am 47. Our two oldest are ho…