It’s been a grim January in many ways but it always is. Although it’s my birthday month, many of the most tragic things in my life happened in January including losing both parents (in different years). When you are a moderate optimist like I am, you do things to switch it up. Many decades ago, I started to celebrate Groundhog Day. Not for any weather or rodent related reason. (You know that groundhog really can’t predict weather! That whole thing is a scheme to somehow make money.)
January is over and I’m grateful if no one I knew died. My relatives die in freezing cold weather where your butt turns into an ice cube at the cemetery. (Note to self: No outdoor celebrations after my death. Just a margarita party in July!) Our coldest (but not snowiest) weather is in January so that’s done. You start to see chocolate bunnies and valentine hearts in the stores. How cool is that!
It signals a shift inside me just like the shift to holiday time in the fall but better and without pumpkin spice. Not that I don’t like the whole Halloween-Thanksgiving-Christmas thing but I like spring better. For me it signifies renewal of life. And S’mores.
Since my auto accident last summer (and I’m sure my aging has something to do with it) I don’t like driving at night. My eyes aren’t as sharp and reflexes as fast. The days are getting lighter longer so more activities. Outdoor walks may return! Super yay!
Phil, you silly rodent, may you have a great day as you get ripped out of your warm comfy nest to predict the unpredictable!