Thus does November end. Thanksgiving has passed and we’re skipping gaily along toward Christmas, New Years, and PCSing. There are 25 sleeps left until Christmas, 31 left until 2014, and 72 left in Turkey.

My Christmas tree is up for its final year with our family. Before it went up yesterday, I vacuumed all the rugs and sent them out for cleaning; those won’t see the light of day again until North Dakota.

Every day is a last day right now. It’s an unusual, but welcomed experience. We’re already easing our way into the transitional phase. About the only part making me melancholy is the idea of another holiday season without our families. But that is easily countered by the reminder that ND (and winter) is coming.

Right now, everything in front of us is a blank slate. We have a fresh start and it’s hard not to get excited about the possibilities of the future. I’m ready to welcome in the New Year and put away the old one.

~The Countess~


About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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