Stilly, the Stratford Symphony Orchestra doesn’t need help from the Concert Choir; in fact, we need them. With a loyal army of fans and volunteers, the Symphony sells out every season. Most of them are professional musicians with steady gigs, especially teaching and session work. Serena the Fiddle plays with the Symphony when she’s not working with pupils in her home studio or knocking out tunes with me and Mary Anne the Guitar.

Winter is marching into southwestern Ontario, too. Last week was chilly and grim — leather jacket weather. Due to an air mass rolling northeast from the US midlands, this week will be warmer — weirdly warm, for November — and very wet, so it’s ball cap and raincoat for me.

Last week, I pruned my coat closet and sweater drawer of garments that are now laughably big on me, and yesterday I took them (along with the fancy blender) down the road to London to pass them on to Great-Niece No. 1, who should not spend money on stuff she could get from me for free. Fortunately, she was brought up on thrift stores and rummage sales, so there’s no hesitation about Auntie’s cast-offs. Her eyes lit up like highway flares at the sight of the blender — good move on my part there.

I’m still wearing my size-extra-large raincoat, however. It’s rubber-ducky yellow, made by North Face, and I can wear it over a bulky warmth layer (e.g., quilted jacket) in sleet or wet snow. The Internet has yet to come up with a comparable garment in a less enveloping size, so I’ll keep it even if it makes me look like an eight-year-old who just inherited half his big brother’s wardrobe.