Well lookee here. It's November! Is that how you spell "lookee"? Or would you say Lookie? Or Looky? Oh who cares.
It's November. Can you people believe that? I can not. Even though we just celebrated Halloween. Even though every store you go into has Christmas decorations on display already. Even though they were hanging Christmas lights on the palm trees outside of work on Thursday. Notice how I said NOVEMBER?? Not December. Have you noticed how we transition from Halloween to Christmas just like that? We totally skip over Thanksgiving. What's the rush, people? Remember when the Christmas season did not start until the day after Thanksgiving? And now it's like the whole holiday just gets passed over. I wonder if Thanksgiving is pissed about that?
Well I for one am not ready for Christmas. I am just not into it this year. Why, you ask?
Because it's 88 FREAKING DEGREES OUTSIDE. STILL!!
It was so hot Halloween night that the chocolate candy I was passing out, MELTED. My kids are still wearing shorts to school every day. They just stopped swimming a month ago.
I did turn the air conditioner off today and I have the windows open. But it's borderline uncomfortably warm in the house. So I just can't get into thinking about putting up a Christmas tree and stringing lights on palm trees right now. And I love Christmas. I love this time of year. I love the crowded malls and the music and shopping and wrapping presents and baking. Love it! But not yet. Not when it's 88 degrees and the house is still full of Halloween candy. (Because most of the trick or treaters chose the beer over the candy, surprise!)
Sigh. I never thought I would say this, but I miss the snow. Only at this time of year. I grew up in Utah, have I told you that? No, I'm not Mormon. But I miss the cool weather and the need for coats and boots and gloves and scarves. I miss that very first snow fall. Where you wake up one morning and the ground is blanketed in white. It's quiet and peaceful. And you just can't help but get excited for Christmas.
Christmas lights on a cactus or palm tree is just not the same. Do you know, I do not even own a coat? I have oodles of jackets. And a few years ago, I had the most gorgeous coat with a fur (save the emails, it was faux) lined hood. But I never wore it. Not once. So I gave it to my mom because she lives up north where it does occasionally snow. And it pisses me off to see her wearing it because she looks so cute in it and it was mine.
OMG! I just had a light bulb moment! I think I know how Thanksgiving feels!!
Global warming sucks.