to look forward to in November

to look forward to in November

There are a lot of things to look forward to in November, the best being Thanksgiving, but the first one isn’t so great.

It’s time to fall back and move our clocks so we all suffer from jet lag without the benefit of actually being on a vacation. This is a trial for working people and school kids, but really, it shouldn’t bother me. I’m not setting an alarm every day. Still, it’s been a challenge.

I’m working hard to get my stomach readjusted to the different breakfast, lunch and dinner times, but there is one person, well, cat who isn’t on board. She has an evil look reserved just for me for those times when she thinks she should be eating but isn’t.

Kitty schedules her day by the sun. It doesn’t matter what the clock says. If it’s light outside, it must be time for breakfast. Her favorite trick is to jump on me while I’m sleeping and place one loud, pitiful meow right in my ear.

Don’t tell the cat it’s not time to eat. She’s not having any of it, but don’t worry: Kitty will have me retrained in no time.

With the time change also comes the urgency to be home by dark. It’s deer-mating season, and nothing could be worse for motorists. I’ve had to brake for deer already, and then one deer just took its time and moseyed across the road in front of my car as I waited with my car flashers on, holding up traffic. It’s like they know there’s no hunting after dark.

Add to the fact that the first significant snow is usually in November, and you’d think there isn’t much to look forward to, but then …

November is our wedding anniversary month, and we always go on a fun trip even if it’s just a day trip. Trouble is we don’t always remember the important details. I was working upstairs when Joe yells from the first floor, “How long have we been married?”

Well, how romantic, I thought. At least I know he’s thinking of our anniversary.

Problem was I didn’t remember either. That number changes every year, so it’s hard to keep an accurate count.

“I’m not sure. I used to keep track of that, but it’s been too long,” I replied.

That would make the actual correct answer to the question of how long we had been married simply “too long.”

“How long has your sister been married,” Joe asked.

My sister and I scheduled our weddings in the same year, six months apart. Mom and Dad had to be thrilled with that. I know our 4-year-old (at the time) brother wasn’t. He was all excited about the weddings until he realized it meant his sisters were moving out of the house.

“I don’t know. I forgot,” I said.

It’s been a rough close to two years of the pandemic. We’ve lost friends and almost lost friends. There’s really been a lot more to think about.

So I pulled out my phone and got on the calculator — 44 years! We were both shocked. That’s a long time, especially if you add in the 2 ½ years we knew each other before the wedding. To think we’ve managed to survive, it’s an accomplishment.

I sometimes think of the fun-loving, crazy kids we once were — canoeing the river, boating with friends on the lake, camping, hiking, picnicking and taking long trips across the country for vacation. The first year we were married we went to Disney World, Niagara Falls in Canada and Gatlinburg. That was a great year.

We had so much in common when we started out, and now nearly a half a century later, our individual interests have expanded and we’re not always even watching television in the same room at home. But it’s OK. Love is all you need.

I think my favorite thing is when we do agree on the same show and are watching it together in the living room. (Thank you, Hallmark!) Those times of just being together is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

And that’s what I am thankful for this November. Happy Thanksgiving!