All the calendars tell me it’s November again. The only real evidence of that fact is we had to “fall back” with our clocks last Saturday. Instead of getting cold, though, we’re having a week of 70 degree temperatures with bright sunshine and clear blue skies. I think Mother Nature is making up for her nasty behavior in the Spring.
But even the warm temperatures can’t deny winter is lurking behind the curtain. It’s dark at 4:30 in the afternoon and Christmas commercials are already appearing on television. Yuck. Another downside of the warm temps is not having the excuse to snuggle in the blankets in the early darkness. I tell everybody who will listen that I would have made a very good bear because I do hibernate.
So how do we get through the next four to six months? (Yes, six months — I live in a northern state where winter is never-ending.) I think the anticipation of the holidays of Thanksgiving and the craziness of Christmas and all it’s “traditions” pull us through this time of year.
So for all you other “sun signs” like me, keep a calendar handy and check off the days until April. It makes you think you’re making progress to more consistent nice, warm, weather. This stretch of present warm temperatures is a fluke.
Have you noticed how short the days are becoming? Enter soon the dark, dark, dreary month of November–probably my most hated month of the year. I remember one November in 1991 when there was only eleven hours of sunlight! As a sun sign, I was never so depressed.
The only saving grace of November is we have Thanksgiving, which is a unique holiday to America. It’s a time when most families gather together, stuff themselves with great turkey and trimmings, then remember how lucky they are to have each other. Since 1992, this holiday was dashed for me because when I got divorced after 22 years of marriage, my ex and I had to pick the holidays when we would have our children. He got Thanksgiving, so ever since I’ve been a Thanksgiving orphan.
I miss not having Thanksgiving with my daughters because they still go to their father’s place on turkey day, but I’ve had twenty years to get used to it. I always looked forward to my orphan status because every Thanksgiving dinner was different, and I didn’t have to put up with a sister who has issues with me or nieces and nephews who never learned social graces.
Every year I always had a place to go because of my strong network of friends who included me with their families. When I met Ken, I finally had a family again. The way they accepted me and included me was a gift, and I was never an orphan again.
So as November approaches, and the time change plunges us into darkness, remember there is a wonderful holiday coming up at the end of the month to remind us just how lucky we are. And then, the next day the craziness of “Black Friday” and “Cyber Saturday” begins — if you’re into that nonsense to take you into frantic December.