It turns out that the January Thaw is not just a song by your favorite hipster-slash-folk band. No, it is a real thing and it is coming to a winter landscape near you. Or, near me, rather. Every year in January, with surprisingly reliability in a place with otherwise notoriously unreliable weather patterns, we have a warm spell. Of course the word "warm" here is used to describe temperatures in the thirties, so I suppose all is relative. But it is certainly warmer than it has been, and the result is melting snow, dripping icicles and quite possibly, the realization of an embarrassing concern of mine.
Those of you who engage in Twitter based banter with yours truly already know of the pumpkin (well, more of a large, blue colored squash, actually) that somehow ended up living in my trunk well beyond the appropriate seasonal time allotted to such things. Halloween came and went. Pumpkin in the trunk. Thanksgiving dinner was had. Pumpkin in the trunk. And then one day, without really thinking about it, I took the pumpkin out and placed it on top of the bushes next to the driveway. I planned to come back for it when my arms weren't full of wiggling baby, but that never seemed to happen. And then it snowed almost two feet in a day and a half and my pumpkin problem was safely hidden from spouse and mailman alike.
Until the January thaw. Now everyone is going to know about my pumpkin stashing proclivities unless I get out there in the slush and do something about it. Hmn.
In other news, I had very much meant to have an Alphabet Glue special of some kind on offer in honor of this new year we are all beginning, but I got busy and just sort of forgot. So, between now and January 20th, enter "twenty" at checkout for 20% off issues of Alphabet Glue. And, if you download Volume Nine or Ten, I'll email you a free copy of your choice of Volume Four or Five. Just make a note of which one you'd like in the "notes to seller."
