The “November Pile”

“The November pile.”  That was the name my mother gave for everything that was procrastinated from completion during the beautiful summer months when the family was too busy gardening, hiking and playing outdoors.  Before my parents spent the winter driving me to ski competitions and my brother to hockey tournaments, unfinished chores were put onto a laundry list for us, like donating old clothing, cleaning out the basement, filling out forms, and stacking wood.  The November pile represented looming obligations that were necessary, but not necessarily fun, yet had to be completed. Now that I am at Promontory, I...

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