I don’t think it should be possible to get spring fever in January – it’s too early. You have all the snow to enjoy, and the fresh, clear cold, and the snow days; there’s hot chocolate to be had and hills to sled. Still, there’s something in my way – just one thing barring me from enjoying everything listed. It’s the lack of snow and the sixty-degree weather. Usually, on January 16, there will be at least three inches of snow on the ground, if not more; and there will be forecasts to come of six more inches, and at least twelve have already melted into the grass. Yet so far, the amount of snow that’s fallen on the January ground is about an inch.
But listen to me talking about the weather. Four friends and I had a slumber party on Friday night and went shopping on Saturday – for the third year in a row. Did we get a lot of clothes? You bet. Did we have a lot of fun? Of course! Did we actually sleep? Well, that’s classified information.
Today, I got my hair cut. Wahoo, I know, except: I got to see our old hairstylist, who I haven’t seen since we moved (and since my hair was super long!); and I got a new look. So, here’s the photo:
Anyway, that’s pretty much all that’s been going on with me – everything is still pretty normal, except I have spring fever. Wish me luck – and have a great January!!
Note: On January 13, 1977 occurred the first, that’s first, snowstorm of that school year. Nobody seems to remember but me. How do I know? My son, John Calvin, was born that day, and it was a slippery ride to the hospital.