How can this be the last day of November? And how can there only be two more meetings of the wonderful class I am taking this semester?
Except for Thanksgiving, November is about equal to January as my least favorite month. It seems to get dark right after lunch. The leaves are pretty much gone, so I can see the traffic on the other side of the Charles River, usually hidden by a “forest”. I am barraged by ads to save tons of money on things I don’t need, but just might like.
I had a great week away for Thanksgiving, loving every moment with the next two generations. I delighted in their nuttiness—like going to see the late show of “Thanksgiving,” a horror movie actually produced by a high school friend. And my two sons hiking in the state forest during hunting season without wearing orange. Fun?!! Lots of laughs and little talk about the sad state of the world and appointments with doctors. All good.
But it’s nice to be home in my sunny apartment and to catch up with my neighbors. Although I don’t like November so much, I plan to stick around for more of them.