And it's the end of yet another week. How does this seem to keep happening so fast? The last couple months have gone by so quickly I think it's been a bit disorienting for me. In fact I can't think of a time when October and November has moved at such a rapid pace. I don't seem to be alone in feeling this way either; from reading all your blogs I see many are feeling the same. Both in that it's moving too fast and, November, specifically, has felt like an 'eh' month. What can we blame this on? Here I'd say the weather may be a factor. Having that long summer, which also extended in to some warm and dry spells here in Portland even all the way into a few days last week, has made everything feel different (not that we haven't had our share of rain, but still it's not been as much or as cold as normal). Luckily I have had a few really big custom embroidery projects which I love doing when I am feeling slow. It's really mediative and relaxing, but yet I am working so it fills that need to be "doing." In general, however, I have felt a bit like I am just going through the motions, but maybe not even that. More like I am just watching the days go by like in one of those x-ing off the days of a calendar montages they have in movies. Or, remember that old joke how does time fly? throw a clock. That's how I feel, like someone is just tossing clocks and calendars around and I am standing there trying to say "wait! stop doing that!" but I can't think of the words fast enough to say anything at all. And maybe this odd mixture of me feeling extraordinarily slow and time feeling extraordinarily fast wouldn't feel so alarming if Thanksgiving wasn't next week! I love Thanksgiving but for some reason I am so not there. And then Christmas? I am sure by this time I am usually bristling and busting with excitement, but dare I say this publicly . . . I am kind of dreading it. But only because I am not there yet. I want to be there and anticipate with glee. And feel all "weeeee" rather than all "whaaaa?" And just so you know I am not sad at all. Which I'd readily admit if that were the case and I keep asking myself ("self, are you sad?" and my self says "nooo, nope, not sad. actually feeling pretty cozy right now.") just to make sure because this whole "state" I have been in is new. I am more just totally confused. Like I said to begin with, disoriented. It's quite strange I tell you. Really it's already the end of November, I just can't wrap my brain around that.
But this week we got our first frost, which might be likened to snow elsewhere. And I broke out my warm boots and my down and wool coats and I am crossing my fingers that it will get me in the mood for all the festivities that are going to happen, whether I am ready for them or not. This weekend I plan on getting my pinterest on and pumping myself up to plump my turkey and mash my potatoes and candy my yams and roast my veggies and fill my pies. I am also thinking we might go get our yearly ornament over the weekend too. It's been a tradition to do this right after Thanksgiving and probably my favorite one of the holidays because it's just so simple and always kicks off the season in the best way. I am thinking that might get me caught up to whatever day and month it is right now. Anyone else feeling like time is moving crazy-fast?