As you know, I hop on a plane in late fall with the hopes of getting a head start on coping with our tough Canadian winters. My issue isn't with winter per say, I'm very active outdoors, so once the snow arrives I spend as much of my spare time embracing the white stuff as I can. I don't mind raking the leaves in October nor the sporadic snow fall we receive in December. My issue is with the entire month of November.
|Cottage Closing Day|
TAKEN: NOVEMBER 1st, 2015
I don't truly hate November, simply because my mother always taught me never to hate anything ...It takes too much energy to hate, she use to say.
So I'll admit that I strongly dislike the month in general and truly resent the bane of its overall existence. How's that for setting the tone on how I really feel?
There are so many things that happen in November that I truly dread. The cottage gets closed, the days get shorter, the hydro bills get larger and my bank account seems to require life support as all the annual payments come due. It's just a month filled of things I generally dislike.
As I began to write this morning, I realized that the month I am complaining about is aptly named. NOOOOOOOOOOvember is not not now, nor ever will be my friend!