when did it become November?

They say time flies when you’re having fun. It’s true. Time does fly when you’re having fun. It also flies when you’re not having fun. And when you’re getting one more year older. And when you’re remembering how things used to be so many years ago. The only time it doesn’t fly is when you’re waiting for something to come…like your tax return check…or your period that’s been late for a day or two already.

Not mine, by the way (Mom, if you’re reading, I was just using that as an example.)

It seems to me like it was just June. Maybe July. Possibly August. But not November…when did it become November? 

I know it was just October. I enjoyed it very much. But the Halloween decorations aren’t even down, and it’s too soon to decorate for Christmas, so that must mean its November.  And for some reason, this November seems to have more importance.  Maybe because the kids are grown, or maybe because I feel like I’ve suddenly gotten so old.

The clocks go back an hour this weekend, but I swear it’s already getting dark sooner. The crunchy leaves cover the ground and the trees are nearly bare so the mountains are visible in the distance, and it just makes the scenery so different. I feel different. Like I can feel the season change. And not just the seasons…but the years. It’s just days away from another Presidential election, and even that hasn’t registered in my foggy brain just yet. I’m sure it will. It has to, right?

Just not tonight.

Tonight, I’m craving a nice warm fire, and an old movie. It is a pretty cold November after all.

Until the next time…I’ll be pulling out the extra blankets and watching for snow!