January, for many of us is a month of nothing. We start the
month off with horrible hangovers and nothing happens after that. There aren’t
any huge rib cook-offs, no big chili contests, hard to go to the beach or plan
a picnic, and Maui is just too expensive.
On the other hand, if you live in or near the mountains,
winter sports can be fun if they are followed up with hot buttered rum or
something similar to it. Aprés ski is improperly named. ‘After anything
outdoors where you come back in covered in ice’ would be a better phrase.
Visits to galleries and museums can be enjoyable if the
visit is followed by a long Italian dinner in an elegant setting in which every
employee sounds like your favorite cousin from Napoli and great bottles of chianti
are on every table, full at your sitting.
Going to the movies used to be fun, but when a two hour
session that costs more than that Italian dinner we were discussing, and the
theater is filled with people talking on phones, children yapping like your
neighbor’s terrier, and gum on upholstery, it’s just not the same as it was a
few generations ago.
When I was ten-years-old, back in ’48 thank you, Mom would
give me a quarter on Saturday morning and I could go to the movies, double
feature, news reel, cartoon, and serial, have popcorn or a soda, and come home
with a nickel.
Doesn’t it just rip your knickers when an old grouch says
thing like that?
Not always the coldest month of the year in the northern
hemisphere, January is named after the Roman god Janus. Janus is supposedly the
god of doors (why a door would need a god is something for another late night
round of bourbon type discussions), the month opening the door to the rest of
the year.
There are some in Europe that consider it the wolf month.
Cold, snowy, wind blasting sleet right through the walls of the abode, and you
can almost feel a big bad wolf just waiting its next meal. Just outside that
front door you thought just squeaked a bit. Wind? Wolf?
In my case I finished 2014 with a short story published in The Story Teller Magazine, and signed a
publishing contract with Solstice Publishing the first week of January. Then, I
got a note from the fine folk at Frontier
Tales that they will publish a short story of mine in May. I can’t wait for
the next eleven months, ‘cause the wolf at my door is just friendly as all
get-out.
Don’t let anyone tell you there’s nothing going on in
January.
Until next time, will you join me on facebook from time to
time?
Or Tweet with me, darlin’?
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