That’s right. Just like last year. And every other year. Always the same. Always November. November had a rough childhood. That’s why she’s the way she is. Or he as the case may be. She or he, makes no difference. Kind of grumpy, dark, dangerous and irascible. But how would you feel if you were the eleventh of twelve months and all the good things have been taken? And all you’re left with is this stuff. November’s stuff.
You might feel pretty good. You might be happy with it.
It really doesn’t matter any more. November can’t roll back the clock and be some other month. You have to live up to who you are! Go for it! Be dark and so what if your siblings think you’re a disgrace? At least December has Christmas, is the logic. What’s November got? It’s hopeless.
Of course it isn’t hopeless. When November starts the days’ll keep coming and before long you’ll be looking at the end of this crappy month! Hallelujah!
But wait. November is also lovable. Sure it is. It’s a fine month and it’s there for you no matter what you’re doing. You’ll get there. Impressive rain. Wind. Fog. Mist. On and on. Cold enough to turn the temperature up. And now, at 3:20 pm, the sun. For ten seconds. So it’s lots of variety. What’s wrong with that?
Someone piloting a vehicle drives right over the sign suggesting drivers move to the right around the little traffic calming circle right down here at the intersection. Shears the steel post the sign’s on clean off. And leaves a bit of vehicle to kind of lie in state beside the massacred sign. Long gone. Dude! You forgot your fender liner!
It’s too dark! It’s only 5 o’clock in the afternoon! How do you expect me to see anything? Darn November anyway. Darktown.
4:15 pm. The day after next. It’s the hour of the fox sparrow. He or she, as the case may be, or descendants of, have shown up here on the upper deck at this time of year every year for years. A lot of years. Word gets around. Pecking around in the potted plants for the good stuff. Yum. There she is again. Or he. I better look this up. Every November it’s the same. There’s also a lot to be said for consistency.
November’s been around for a long time. It isn’t going anywhere so hop on.
samoyeddogs 
You totally nailed November, in all it’s glory. Or gory. For years now I’ve been trying to find a way to combat this frumpy month. We try to make a point of doing at least one fun thing. Usually seek out a stand up comic show. This year it’s Bob Newhart. Sure, he’s not getting any younger….hang in there Bob! You’re our only hope! And you too young Steve!
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Muchas gracias, tthirlwell14Tami. We get a lot of mail around here but one thing I can personally verify is that some of these comments of yours are just on fire. Thanks you. I can see it now.
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