I saw a meme on Facebook this week: It literally feels like January 74th.
Or is it just me?
I know it’s not just me because Ally Bean over at the Spectacled Bean says she’s beyond bored. She’s even suggesting she’s In the Mood for Fig Newtons and Scotch, Maybe. I’m not telling you what that’s all about–click on the link and discover it for yourselves. Pour yourself a scotch if you’re inclined. (I’ve never drank a scotch in my life, but if this month lasts another few days, well, you never know…) They say it may alleviate some of your endless January restlessness.
A friend of a friend on Facebook responded to the meme–“I feel like I’m in the 37th month of pregnancy.”
Okay, just to be honest, I haven’t felt like this EVERY day this January. Just some days. Other days I’ve been overworked shoveling snow, cozy cuddled up under blankets, entertained and appalled at Walmart. Some days cheerful, other days wondering how darn long this frickin’ month is gonna last?!?
But isn’t that life as always?
Yes it is. But spring, summer and fall contain just a little more pizzazz. You needn’t dress up in seven layers of clothing to walk outside. You needn’t scrape your car windshield endlessly. It’s light until almost 11 p.m. here in mid-summer, honest to goodness, and thanks to our proximity to Central Standard Time. There’s gardening and visiting and wood-cutting to do.
Some days it feels like the most entertaining moment of the day occurs when Mom shares what’s happened at her assisted living. I live for the moments when she tells about who won noodle volleyball or cornhole. At least she has something to do!
This time of year I especially admire my crafty, artsy, projecty friends. Or those winter whiz’s on snowshoes, skis or treadmills. They’re so easily entertained! (Or so I imagine.) But I have never been one of those gals. Give me a good walk with ice cleats on the road when the temperature soars to 25 degrees without wind. My idea of exercise heaven.
Yesterday morning I reviewed the day’s itinerary. Nothing. Nada. Not one single thing. The exciting day before involved baking granola, making oat energy balls with nibbles of dark chocolate, washing laundry. A full fun day in January! But yesterday? Nary an inspiration.
“I’m going to town for cappuccino again,” I sighed, long and heavy, to projecty husband who’s pounding, measuring and creating out in the garage.
Then added, for effect: “I will drink my coffee overlooking the bay…”
He volunteered to accompany. He’s done that once before. He knows that a little caffeine and change of scenery can do wonders for the shack-happy cabin-fever bound blues.
Oh how exciting looked Skanee Road! Oh how different than the four stifling walls of our little house. Did I ever call it cozy? Nay, it’s a wood prison on January 74th.
We paid $3.50 plus tip for the capp and decided to motor to the west side of the Keweenaw Bay. Sand Point, behind the Pow Wow grounds, to be precise. We visited the marina and campground side first.
Somewhere near the lighthouse my mood lightened. Barry suggested we take pictures of the ice fishing tents out on the bay. I stepped outside into the 10 degree morning and noticed the sun shining. Wind whipped between tall evergreens.
It IS energizing to open the door and walk outside! (You old-time readers know what this means–from 2008-2009 I went outside every single day and wrote about it in my first blog on WordPress.)
Just a tiny change of scenery and maybe some caffeine can make a huge difference during a January that lasts forever. We returned home ninety minutes later and I smiled the rest of the day. Who’s complaining about this endless month anyway?
What gets you out of the winter doldrums?