I hate it. I have been known to refer to January as the month with the least redeeming value. I mean the gray, the cold, the dreary. It follows December with all of the holiday merriment. It follows with a big thud. Yes, January is the segue to February with its promise of better weather and a month till Spring arrives. But, maneuvering through January takes some skill. Oh, and let’s not forget that in January I can be visited by, not one head cold, but by two, 14 days apart.
Wake me up when January is over. The Spring line-up of dresses are hanging on the racks at TJ Maxx. The cracks in the cement are over-flowing with greenery…weeds of all kinds and sizes. This heralds the coming of new life. Gone is the abysmal January climate. Gone is the cold…the gray…the unappealing. I try to hasten the eventual joy that springtime promises by having my car washed using the psychology that if my car is washed, it will not rain–because I fly in the face of prevailing logic. The spotted windshield and grimy chrome trim serve as statement to the contrary. It rained the day after I got my car washed. S***.