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.
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