Stuck in the winter doldrums

The tree is gone and the decorations are put away. The half-eaten cheese ball sits in the refrigerator looking as dried out as my body feels with the furnace sucking out moisture. Our home, without its festive dress, looks at drab as last summer’s flower bed.

The holidays are over and what is there to do?

I’m ignoring my scale, for I blew my diet plans for 2013 in record time with a yummy pecan roll on New Year’s morning, and I can’t find the magazine featuring a great workout designed to turn me into a new woman. The spring catalogs haven’t arrived and swimsuits won’t appear for several weeks. The winter sales lost their luster before Halloween.

Income tax isn’t due for a couple of months, so there is no need to go through the pain right now, although that other someone in the house is sitting at his desk at this very moment trying to figure out when he lost control of this year’s budget.

It’s too early to dye eggs or plant a garden or make plans for the Fourth of July — unless looking for reservations in a state park, then it is too late.

Valentine’s Day is around the corner, but it is way too early to get ready for this mushy holiday. Mushy gets old in a relatively short time — best to wait until the last minute.
Presidents Day is looming, but I’m not employed by the government, so forget a day off, along with mail delivery. Redecorating is a thought, but who wants to be cooped up all day with paint fumes? And forget housecleaning. That was just done before the holidays, no need to explain which holiday.

So, it’s the first part of January with nothing to do, at least until Groundhog’s Day when we can dress up in all that it takes to keep warm and walk around outside looking for signs of spring.

Maybe the bears have it right, it is time to take a long winter’s nap.

Don’t bother calling.

Joyce Ore

Joyce Ore writes delightful stories about life with a dose of humor and sprinkle of nostalgia. Her column appears Saturday in the Tribune.

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