Minutes From A New York Writer’s Workshop – January

The holidays are over so I’m tripping over a lot of dead trees. My neighbor Polly dragged hers down the stairs like a dead body.

Why the big hurry to get rid of Christmas, that’s what I want to know.

I was happy to see Carmela the basset’s house was still lit up. They had strung lights in the shape of a manger around their front door. It may sound corny, but it’s oh, so charming. You can also see their tree if you look up at the window. I like that they didn’t strip their home of Yuletide quite yet.

Carmela’s fur coat is another matter.

What’s there to look forward to…Valentine’s Day? Not my favorite. My ex would never bring me even a card on that day. Every February 14th for 7 years I cried. “It’s a Hallmark holiday,” he’d adamantly say not caring I grew up with a day set aside for love whether it’s manufactured or not. In Holland love is practically a myth come to find out. Well you’re in America now buddy, I’d tell him, but the rat never budged.

We also have February and March to limp through. Those desolate fifty-nine days that if we can just survive them will reward us with April, one of my favorite months. It’s when everything gets ready to bloom…

including me.

You know, those April showers that bring May flowers.  april-showers

I was standing outside opening mail when I heard a pretty girl say to her beau, “You love me right?” He gave her such a hug producing the biggest smile.

I shouldn’t admit this, but their mutual sweetness made me cry. They weren’t all that young either.

Love…it still exists even though it hasn’t knocked on my door in a good long while.

A young Asian man tied up his standard poodle while he ran into the cafe to buy bread. I watched him peruse the various loaves lined up in the window like chubby chorus girls. His dog, who smelled like Prell shampoo, blinked his big black eyes back at me as I nuzzled his curly neck. I felt instantly better being near him, an animal always the best antidote for a melancholy baby.

When his owner came out he said, “Nick, you’re always picking up pretty women.”

The poodle was Italian, wouldn’t you know.

Yes, this made me feel less sad as I watched them amble toward the Park both munching bread.

I ran into Polly coming back home with two big bags of groceries. “Aren’t you glad fucking Xmas is over?” she said, sipping a smoothie.

“No, can’t say I am,” I found myself saying. “at least not the visuals anyway. Everything looks stripped down to its underwear.”

“You’re nuts,” she said, shaking her big blonde head.

The nut then went and stood on the corner to look once more at Carmela’s house so she’d remember what it looked like all lit up.

A manger in March may be just what I’m going to need to see me through April.

In the meantime, I’ll get ready to bloom…maybe there’s a starter kit to be had…or book…Blooming For Dummies.

Excuse me while I Google Amazon.

Be happy, no matter what.   images-1

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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24 Responses to Minutes From A New York Writer’s Workshop – January

  1. micklively says:

    There have to be downs, else there can be no ups. If it was Christmas every day, all would be bland. January depression is necessary for December’s elation. The sadder you are now, the brighter Christmas 2014 will feel: embrace the blues!

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    • Embrace the blues, now that’s an interesting concept. If only winter wasn’t so bleak and barren. I need buds in my life Mick. Need to see them coming up…hard in such a long stretch of desolation…but point well taken 🙂

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  2. jimmie chew says:

    all the houses around here still have everything up, its so pretty driving at night. i took my tree down already 😦 the new cat kelly wants to pee on it all the time)
    love the cat pic 🙂

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  3. katecrimmins says:

    You do friend animals easily! This is the time of year I buy tulips for the house. It’s the only thing that gives me hope of spring and keeps me (reasonably) sane. The post holiday letdown is always painful no matter how many times we go through it. I wonder if people who live in the tropics get it too.

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  4. I packed Christmas away last weekend and my son summed it up when he came home an announced “wow, the house looks so sad.” I think I’ll buy some tulips today to cheer it up!

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  5. I have mine all packed up. This new neighborhood took down outside decorations before Christmas was over, at New Year’s there were only three houses that had lights on them. We couldn’t believe it! So, ours are down, packed up, some are put away, others are sitting in our dining room waiting for a trip to the storage unit… and today, I reluctantly threw out my New Year’s flowers and put up my Valentine decorations. Didn’t really want to do that, but, I couldn’t take the plain boring look with nothing on it! I confess I love valentine’s day, and will explain that all in posts in February… feel free to give all the sarcastic comments you want then… I understand . Not everyone likes the happy, sappy, crappy valentine’s day….

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    • I do like the day, just not the seven Valentines I spent with my miserable ex. If I had a beau, I’d lavish him with hearts and kisses, chocolate along with real ones. I too would dandy up my house…will not be making any cracks…I assure you.

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  6. Patricia says:

    I worked in a Hallmark store for a while. Valentine’s was awful. It is the busiest card holiday of the year. But nobody seemed happy to be buying Happy Valentine’s Day cards. And they made the biggest mess of the cards.

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  7. skinnyuz2b says:

    Around forty years ago, my roommate and I left our Christmas tree up until late spring. The pine needles slowly fell off and had to be handpicked out of the carpet. I hate to admit it, but the reason we did this was because our boyfriends nagged us about keeping our tree up after New Year’s passed by. It was a case of “You think this is late? We’ll show you late!” It drove them nuts every time they came over, providing much passive/aggressive pleasure for us.

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  8. I don’t want to think about January and February going by too fast. Here, the new school year starts in March and I’m almost finished teaching from last year. I need a vacation, I can tell you. (By the way, you just reminded me I haven’t taken down our Christmas lights yet. Of course, maybe I’ll just leave them up. 🙂 )

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