It is a grey day and my head hurts my leg hurts and I am In A Mood. I have no idea why. So, forget I said that and I will write a happy post re rainbows and smiley faces instead.
Isn't that exactly what we all do? It is rare that we let the foulness that overwhelms us occasionally out here in the blogging world. Generally it is not what we came here for in the first place, is it. But sometimes real life intrudes on the rainbow world.
I am reminded when I read all your words, that there is another whole world, or story, behind them, you know. A world where tears of sadness, despair, frustration or rage fall now and then, and yet we never talk about those days.
I don't. I won't. I can't.
And then I read another bit of Pete Wilson's Plan B last night. The chapter where he talks about the fact that if we don't share the bad stuff, it is all unreal. How can we help or be helped if we don't know? Sigh. And then I tossed and turned and tossed some more, and this morning I tossed the thought in the Too Hard Basket for now.
If you have read the book, tell me your thoughts.
So back to happy smiley faces once again.
I have had a wonderful weekend - out with Linds and Geoff on Friday night. A slowish Saturday which involved 3 hours of Extreme Makeover Home Edition on TV, and then Sunday started with a hilarious hour skyping with a gathering of old school friends now living in Australia, friends round for lunch, followed by the rest of the day dozing on the couch. You have no idea how exhausted I was, or how much the leg ached.
Back to rainbows..........
It is cold. It is wet. But my dahlias and cosmos and hollyhocks are still blooming merrily outside the window. And very little is turning red or gold or brown. I have just been to look. Leaves and dropping off ,and spaces are appearing where there once was greenery, but that is the way of things.
Oops. I forgot the porridge I made for breakfast in the microwave....... I tried reheating it and I do believe it now has the consistency of cement.
I ate it. IF I keel over and expire, tell them it was the cement.
I gave up on the words part of this post. Here is the cradle pre-painting......
And post-painting. Well, after the first coat. A huge difference. Note how it was competing for counter space with the apple cakes.....
And here is the dangling wedding dress, complete with coffee stains. Attempting to remove the stain is on the list for this week. Do you see how lovely the train is?
Ah well. I am writing this while on hold for some govt agency and am losing the will to live. I will be back.