January Blues

Well, here it is, Christmas and New Years are over, The decorations are put away and nothing to look forward to until Spring. No wonder the animals hibernate - besides the cold weather that is. Not that we've had much of that so far. December was an above average temperature month for the most part. We had a few extremely cold days. Not that December is an unusually cold month here in Ohio anyway, but 50s and 60s? Definitely not the norm.
And January started off pretty much the same way. You might say it was a roller coaster month. If you didn't like the weather one day, wait until tomorrow.
But weather aside, there's always a let down of sorts after Christmas. All that planning for a month and then bam, like that it's over and done. All the pretty lights are gone, living rooms go back to being their blah spaces.
Okay, some people might not agree. They like the uncluttered clean look. For me, it's almost depressing. I love the lights and decorations. So much so, I leave them up until January 7th. The day after the Feast of the Epiphany, or Feast of the Three Kings, Magi, or whatever term you want to use. My mom always waited, too. So it's become a tradition for me. Not many people I know do it any more, and I guess that's okay for them.  Many can't wait to put Christmas away.
But, it's away and now we settle in for the long winter days, waiting for warmer weather - at least here in Ohio. January had five Fridays, this year. And February has an extra day, being a Leap Year. Why would they add the extra day in February? Even with only 28 days, it feels like the longest month of the year already and they go and throw in an extra day. Why not add it in June, July or August. Heck even September would be better than February.
I know, it all has something to do with the earth orbiting the sun and it's all very scientific and I don't even pretend to understand it. "February 29 is a date that usually occurs every four years and is called a leap day. This day is added to the calendar in leap years as a corrective measure because the Earth doesn't orbit the Sun in precisely 365 days."
I still don't understand why they couldn't have added it to spring or summer. But who am I?
 I guess I'll just have to deal with it and wait an extra day for the warmer weather. Yes, I love the warm weather. I'm a Spring/Fall kind of girl. I'm not big on hot weather either. Anything with high humidity I can live without. I'm fine up to mid 80s as long as there's no humidity. After that, I take to the inside and air conditioning.
I'm good with temps in the 30s in winter, I can even handle the snow - provided we're not snowbound. A couple inches is fine as long as I don't have to drive in it. Although, around here they keep the streets pretty well cleared. Below that, I prefer not to go out.
It's no wonder people get depressed this time of year. Cloudy skies are the norm. Bad enough it doesn't get light until almost 8 AM and dark by 5 PM, add in the clouds, and it really gets you down. I feel bad for the people who have to work, going to work in the dark, coming home in the dark.
I was fortunate when I worked, I started at 8 and came home around 3:30. Still a little daylight left.
Okay, this blog turned out to be depressing and I didn't plan it that way. I'm really in a pretty good mood. And every day gets us closer to the bright sunshine and warm weather. Only 28 days, can that possibly be true? Of course there's still a lot of cold weather after March 20th - that's my youngest daughter's birthday, by the way.

Geriatric Rebels, one of my favorite books - although I love them all and they're all my favorites for one reason or another. I love the characters.

Forced to stay in a nursing home while undergoing therapy, seventy-two year old, Mike Powell refuses to get out of bed, won't cooperate with the nurses, and won’t take his medicine. At least not until he meets Elsa. The tiny, spunky little Elsa sparks new life into him.

Seventy year old, Elsa -left in the home while her son takes a family vacation - joins forces with Mike, setting the home on its heels, and later discovers deception and fraud. Can they find happiness together?

Who says life begins at 40? Life is wonderful at any age, as long you're willing to live it. Elsa Logan and Mike Powell prove it. And I want to be just like them when I grow up! One of Roseanne Dowell's best, and my personal favorite!
Elsa Logan bears a striking resemblance to a romance writer I know who shall be nameless but whose initials are R. D. ~ Romantic Suspense Author, Gail Roughton