I Hate November

November has never been my favourite month. It's so bla, you know? I like October, it's crisp and colourful. October means Thanksgiving and Halloween. I like December, because it means Christmas and season of giving. But November? It's just a gray, unhappy month.

Today's one of those unhappy days. It's American Thanksgiving, or as my father used to call it "Turkey Day", the three of us celebrated it every year. It was our private holiday, but now he's gone and there's no point in marking the day. I mean, he was what made it so special.

Today's also the anniversary of my grandmother's death, so my mom's in a funk. Even after sixteen years, she still misses her mom a lot, which is fair. I'm sure in sixteen years, I'll still miss Daddy. Another reason to hate November, huh?

Though, a few good things happen. Taela's youngest sister was born in November. Her seventeeth birthday is on Sunday, so I'll be spending part of the weekend witht them, which is nice. I've always been very fond of Taela's sisters.

Not much else to say.