Still in a Project Life frame of mind here. Still thinking about individual passing days, and weeks, and the months, and making a renewed effort to get something down on paper. I'll start with the months, I thought; so I sat quietly, just for a few minutes, and considered what November means to me
♥ pulling out the little free-on-the-front-of-a-magazine notebook which has in it all my Christmas present lists from the past ten years. For family I fold over a flap and write underneath so they won't notice it they flip through. But sshh..don't tell..
♥ looking at whatever craft projects I have on the go and wondering if they'll be finished before it's time to tidy up for Christmas tree decorating
♥ gathering wet leaves with cold fingers, but enjoying the air and the exercise. The neighbours might think I'm obsessed with our (tiny) lawn, but actually I just like the outdoor, methodical task which gives me time to think
♥ that I-have-plenty-of-time-to-choose-cards-and-wrapping paper feeling. Some years I buy anyway, in good time. Other years I don't. And we all know how that ends
♥ repeat the above for posting to America
♥ the simple pleasure of being able to look everyone in the eye as I serve up their slow cooker dinner. Dark night? Stew is right! If I dish up casserole in July, they ask why. Because it gives me time to do things I actually enjoy.
♥ remembering the Remembering. Thinking of shivering at the Cenotaph, standing still, silent, sad, wondering about the photos at home in the shoebox, up high on the shelf where it wouldn't attract attention
♥ Grannie Fair's Christmas pudding recipe. Her mother taught Home Economics, so it's a good one. And thinking about a new story I only learned last year: Great Grannie had two good friends at Catering College and one turned out to be Delia Smith's aunt. Or so the story goes.
♥ Clothes in colours I like. Pulling on thick socks and boots and feeling right. Funny, I like the sun But I don't like summer clothes.
Now I'm thinking it would be an interesting experiment to ask everyone else here what November means to them too. Teenaged November, I suspect, still looks forward to Christmas parties and new clothes, same as it ever was. Now? November brings on a search for more light: daylight bulbs so I can keep on making things. So I can get ready for December...