I think I might be anti-January. If the months were all cupcakes, January would be pickled herring and jello flavoured with poppyseed sprinkles. February would be an over-spiced cinnamon; you know, kinda nice, but still artificial and too sweet. March would be a little sweeter, more palatable, something with a lemon zest; but the weather is still fickle, hence the lemon. April, yeah, April would be good, something chocolatey... unless it rains, then it'd be that cheap waxy chocolate that nobody likes.
January. Ick. What can I say? This is the month where I would like to take a pass. I don't even think I want to analyze it. All I know is that January makes me feel bad. I get blue. I'm sure it's a combination of things. The cold, frozen tundra where I choose to live, the lack of live vegetation around me, even the sad, wooly look of the neighbour dog.
I like hockey, so that's kinda good. But it's in the middle of the season, so it's not very exciting, especially if the playoffs don't look like they're going to happen. So maybe I should blame the Wheat Kings for this January funk. Nah. Can't put that on them. And their playoff hopes are still alive... ok, on life support, but still a possibility.
I like NFL football and SuperBowl is coming up. 'Sigh' None of my teams have made it this far. Brett Farve and the Vikings went out with a fizzle instead of fireworks. At least last year they were exciting.
I'm out of chocolate. That makes me feel bad. I probably overspent at Christmas, so there's that guilt. I haven't contributed enough to RRSPs this year. So, that's not good either. My hair is going grey all of a sudden. I obviously don't like that. I have no tan, and no vacation planned for 6 months.
But I am an optimist* by nature. You know the asterisk* is for January, it's my exception. So, I'll just keep plodding along. Maybe colour my hair by the end of the month, but some cinnamon hearts and a pink tablecloth and look forward to February. How many more days?
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