November gets a bad press — deservedly so. I have to admit that the month earns its reputation. As the poet says, It’s all gone, and we don’t even have the beauty of winter’s snow yet.
Then there’s this, from Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women:
“November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year,” said Margaret, standing at the window one dull afternoon, looking out at the frostbitten garden.
“That’s the reason I was born in it,” observed Jo pensively, quite unconscious of the blot on her nose.
Meg and Jo are two of the four March sisters in this classic chick-lit-before-its-time, and Jo, the tomboy of the four, is the one most girls of my acquaintance admired and wanted to be. Certainly I did.
It helped that I, like Jo, was born in November, and felt much the same way about it that she did. Well, we can’t change the month we were born in, and I secretly enjoy being a Scorpio, with its reputation for dark hidden secrets. But after the flaming glories of October, November IS pretty dismal.
So as a birthday treat for me — and for you — here’s a fabulous YouTube of Dancing at the Movies, that’ll make you smile on the dreariest November day: