A Bright Shiny Shade of Winter
I have to give credit to the local weather patterns; they’re doing their dangedest to make January worth surviving.
January is pretty much a crap month. One good holiday, (well, good if you live in the middle of nowhere and have access to explosives), but that’s gotten out of the way early. And then there’s nothing to look forward to except the first annual All Chocolate’s Eve in February, and, if you are on the standard academic calendar, the return to the academic or employment routine. And I like my job and all, but it ain’t exactly a festive occasion.
All this lack of anything, coming after the color and noise and sheer sensory overload of Xmas,* makes January a bit of a wrist-slitter. But the weather’s really trying to make up for that, in the way it does sometimes in central Texas, being excessively bright and cheery and about 76 degress in the day, with that special golden sunlight that only happens when the earth is angled just right and there are no clouds.
On the one hand, this sort of weather makes me feel all motivated and cheery, despite the total lack of excitement inherent in the idea of January. On the other hand, what I’m motivated to do is lots of brainless physical work, which is a shockingly bad idea for me. And nice winter weather takes away one of the few really satisfying parts of being homebound, which is looking at really awful weather and rejoicing that I have no reason whatsoever to be in it. So I’m torn.
On the plus side, I now have a resurfaced sink. Yay?
* Perhaps you are one of those people who believes Xmas is an abomination. But there’s no Christ in my mas, and never has been. For my purposes, X is part of an equation, as in X + mas = massive party, where X equals something awesome enough to celebrate, but not so sacred it can’t be honored with an MST3K marathon.
January is pretty much a crap month. One good holiday, (well, good if you live in the middle of nowhere and have access to explosives), but that’s gotten out of the way early. And then there’s nothing to look forward to except the first annual All Chocolate’s Eve in February, and, if you are on the standard academic calendar, the return to the academic or employment routine. And I like my job and all, but it ain’t exactly a festive occasion.
All this lack of anything, coming after the color and noise and sheer sensory overload of Xmas,* makes January a bit of a wrist-slitter. But the weather’s really trying to make up for that, in the way it does sometimes in central Texas, being excessively bright and cheery and about 76 degress in the day, with that special golden sunlight that only happens when the earth is angled just right and there are no clouds.
On the one hand, this sort of weather makes me feel all motivated and cheery, despite the total lack of excitement inherent in the idea of January. On the other hand, what I’m motivated to do is lots of brainless physical work, which is a shockingly bad idea for me. And nice winter weather takes away one of the few really satisfying parts of being homebound, which is looking at really awful weather and rejoicing that I have no reason whatsoever to be in it. So I’m torn.
On the plus side, I now have a resurfaced sink. Yay?
* Perhaps you are one of those people who believes Xmas is an abomination. But there’s no Christ in my mas, and never has been. For my purposes, X is part of an equation, as in X + mas = massive party, where X equals something awesome enough to celebrate, but not so sacred it can’t be honored with an MST3K marathon.