Note to lady who wrote me on Facebook:
I always treat January as a hibernatory, reflective, in-looking month. It's about slowing my heartbeat and projecting positive thoughts on the future. Of course, I try to do that every day, but, with January being cold, dark, and for me slow regarding travel and shows, it's a perfect month to soak the carcass, stoke the stove, trim the toe-nails, smoke a cigar, and smile as much as I can ... if only to set the tone for the rest of the New Year. So! Time to boil water (Ma got me two great tea cups and saucers, normal sized ones, not big, very delicate, over sizing is so 2000s) and make some mint tea. Add a bit of honey, and get some work done, in that order, and maybe take a break and find something in the house to take to the give-away bin at the dump.
Hope you're doing well, even though we don't really know each other.
Note to my buddy, a former roommate from my NYC days, after he'd visited this for a couple days just before Christmas:
Well, the tree is down, man. Took er down yesterday. The thing is, we put it up the 18th, you came, Holly came, Christmas and New Years came, and BANG, it's as if it all never happened. Think of a way to slow time and you're richer than Bill Gates. So strange. I think when we're young we don't care about things passing fast, they just pass and we let em, we just let them pass. Now we're older and we want recently passed moments to stay with us, and be fresh every time we think about them. So really time doesn't go by faster, we just want to hold on to more of it. SOME PHILOSOPHICAL STUFF, HUH - I look at where the tree was and it's as if it never was
Be good, Sambo, rd.
It's January, the Rodney Dangerfield of months. The first week or so we're stoned on year-end festivities, holidays and that. We're putting stuff away and getting back in our groove, such as our groove is. Then mid-January, and though a day's light lasts a little longer, it's cold, or damp, or snowy, or rainy, and uninspiring, or all the above. Then what seems like a never ending list of days leads us to Jan. 31, and the long month of January is over, as if it never happened. January, for yet another year, is forgotten.
February is short and has lots of holidays. President's Day, Valentine's Day, Charles Dicken's Day, yup, no kidding. February is Black History Month and is the month the planet Pluto was discovered. And, of course, every four years February gives us leap year. February has personality.
March usually is the month we get our largest amount of snow, so if you like snow, you like March. Then, too, March can give us the first signs that spring will once again arrive, so if you like spring, you like March. And Dr. Seuss was born March 2. That, and that the word march is just a cool stand-alone word, gives March more "cool month" votes then January, without even trying.
So see, January (I know, Martin Luther King Day is in January, and no offense to Mr. King, but that holiday started since I've been alive, so it doesn't seem as pure as the real old ones), holds nothing much special beyond its ability to sweep past so fast it doesn't allow time for us to become bored with it. BUT. And this is a big BUT here. Hahaha, just cracked myself up. Whoa, just did it again. Big BUT - cracked - haha. Anyway, back to the point. BUT, January to me is important. I love it. Beyond what I said in the first note on top of the column, January is as pretty a month as any.
January's light harkens historical figures hunting and gathering and eating food cooked over a raw fire inside a glowing cabin. Mmmm, venison stew with carrots from the garden, and tea, and soda bread for desert. That was then, this is now.
January, even in 2011, is beautiful. This morning ice formed on the needles of the pines, and the branches that hold the leaves, not the branches that hold the branches that hold the leaves, which is important to make clear cause the branches that hold the leaves are thinner and at the far reaches of the trees, and when iced look interesting, and perfect, and beautiful ... almost fake. Almost fake.
January might be my favorite month. It's there for you to take a rest. So you should. Rest this January. If you miss anything it won't matter, because you won't remember January anyway. It happens way back in January.
Rusty DeWees tours Vermont and Northern New York with his act "The Logger." His column appears weekly. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org. Listen for The Logger, Rusty DeWees, Thursdays at 7:40 on the Big Station, 98.9 WOKO or visit his Web site at www.thelogger.com