Thoughts in January

     It is approximately the middle of January. While we have only recently gotten our first snowfall of the season (thank you, global warming,) typically by this point in the winter we've been covered in snow for about two months.

     I hate it.


     I know, living in New England as I do, I should be used to the snow and the cold and everything New England winters bring. I'm not. People tell me I ought to take up skiing or snow boarding or some other winter sport.  I don't.


     I try to be more optimistic about it. Winter helps us enjoy summer more by comparison, right? And it's pretty, in a way.  For a little while.  Until it gets dirty and slushy and disgusting.  And we get to have nostalgic, Norman Rockwell Christmases.

 
     Norman Rockwell Christmases are over-rated.


    I try to keep my head down and trudge along in January.  Try not to think too much about it.  In February, I'm grateful for the short month; March I spend trying to catch whiffs of Spring in the air; April, I scan the forecast every day for warmer temperatures.

    There is very little to keep my hopes up in January.  Just the idea that I have two and a half more long months (at least) to get through until Spring.