At last! December!
There is something about November that places it at the very bottom of my league of months. January and February don’t have much going for them either but November is the pits.
It seem to be never ending, with its dark evenings that keep getting darker and the cold beginning to settle into the bones. It just goes on and on and frankly has little to say for itself.
One or two of you may correctly point out that for the majority of December the evenings are still getting darker, but the end is in sight. The countdown has started to one of my annual highlights – the Winter Solstice. In less than three weeks we start the long slow climb to Spring and Summer. Some may say I am wishing my life away, but fuckit, I like to have something to look forward to.
Of course this month has Christmas [yes – it’s December so I can mention it], with all its false jollity and its endeavours to get me to mortgage my house to buy all those completely non-essential items that apparently are essential after all to lead a fulfilled life. I don’t care. I have my decorations up, you may be surprised to hear. Would it spoil your surprise if you learn that I never bothered taking them down last year, thereby avoiding all the tedious untangling of wires this year?
Even the annual problem has been solved. I refer to Herself’s insistence that she wants to buy me something useful and something I really want. The problem lies in the fact that I don’t really want anything. what do you buy for the mean who has everything [apart from Penicillin]? In the end she decided to buy me a surprise. She bought me a churchwarden pipe, but of course I know nothing about it as it’s a surprise. The surprise is a little tainted however as I was the one who had to buy it and take delivery in the ungodly hours few mornings ago. Nevertheless it will still be a compete surprise when the time comes.
It’s another of the blessings of a failing memory.