THE GRUMPY SEASON

We all know the calendar seasons--Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter. But there's one that has no set time to appear--has never been studied, that I know of--and entirely wipes out any great things happening in one of the calendar's offerings. I give you--THE GRUMPY SEASON.

First, let me say that the Grumpy Season is entirely individual. Its arrival for me is probably not the same as its showing up in your life.

Second, since the Grumpy Season is individual, it has no official . . . well, anything. No shopping dates. No party schedules or concerts by kids in school bands and choruses. No decorations, no holiday motifs. You can't schedule your wedding for the Eve of the Grumpy Season because, as you've no doubt figured out already, there isn't one!

Third, in my experience, the Grumpy Season is a sly thing--it somehow knows just when I'm least likely to want its interference. Do I want to be grumpy? No! What if I have plans? Too bad for me.

That's enough, I think, to give you the idea. 

So, the trouble is this: I'm sitting at my laptop, fingers poised over the keyboard, ready to pounce on a great idea for this week's blog post. I sit in pouncing mode for minutes on end. Take a break to play Mahjongg solitaire. Come back to the keyboard, wait a few more minutes. Get up for a bottle of water and a walk through the front of the house. This can go on for hours. 

I have never found a way to disengage with the Grumpy Season. It strikes on some kind of whim. I thought by writing about it, sharing it with a larger audience, I might get some relief. So far, zilch.

Maybe this time it'll be a short season--over and done with by tomorrow. Then again--

Wishing you the best--and may your life be filled with good things. (See Winnie the Pooh's thoughts below.)

Blessings,

Thursday's Child