Much as I dread the oncoming winter, that the month of November signifies, November has been a month of many transitions in my adult life. Many, though not all, of those have been good transitions. In 1977, I left the Amish for the first time on November 7. Then it was three years later, to the day, when I left the second time.
David and I went from being a family of two to a family of three on November 6, 1983. I will never forget the miracle of giving birth and the flood of motherly love that came with it. I will write a post on our son’s 27th. birthday that describes more about Paul’s life so far.
In 1999, after having our house in Shelburne, Vermont, on the market all summer, we sold it while having Paul’s sixteenth birthday party in which we had homemade pizzas and apple pie with a group of his high school friends. As a result of the sale of the house, we moved to Charlottesville, Virginia at the end of 1999.
Three years ago there was a major transition happening in my husband’s family. David’s father was dying of heart failure. It was difficult watching him going through bouts of not being able to breathe well and knowing there was nothing we could do to help him. He wanted to make it to his 84th. birthday on November 8th, which he did… then he lived another few weeks and died on Thanksgiving morning.
November can be such a dismal month. Right now I hear the drips outside my window, and it has been dripping like that since before I awoke this morning… so much for the saying, “Rain before seven, it’ll stop before eleven.” If Mem is right about winter setting in only after the creeks and rivers are full, then Mother Nature must be getting ready for winter before we’re ready… the house still needs a roof and siding before winter.
So whenever November comes around, I wonder whether I’m in for a major change in my life. The one I hope for this November is being able to finish our house and batten down the hatches to be cozy this winter. One thing is for sure… we won’t feel the wind blowing across our shoulders in the living room. The old leaky windows have been replaced with new ones and great care has been taken to weatherize them well. I’m ready for a rest from the more-than-full summer and autumn we’ve had.
Monica the Mennobrarian has written a wonderful post about autumn, along with an insightful and poetic quote from “Anne of Green Gables.”
What relationship do you have with November?