It is Budget Day here and my head is spinning. The size of the national debt is horrendous, and the measures they are taking to bring it down are equally horrendous. The retirement age is going up again it seems - we will know later in the year - and it is already 6 years later for me and that is bad enough. The pensioners' tax free allowance is being effectively cut, which means pensioners will have an awful lot more tax to pay. So all in all, it is migraine inducing stuff, and at the end of the day, we all pay more, have less income and prices still rocket skywards. Petrol will be going up too. (Sticks fingers in ears at this point and starts singing LALALALALA at the top of her voice.)
What a joy.
I am trying to think of how I can be thankful for this.
I am not doing very well.
Anyway, the sun is shining, I survived aquarobics (as opposed to aquazumba) and even though the legs closely resemble jelly, we will put up with that. I have even prepared supper, so I just have to switch things on. I am a paragon of virtue, aren't I?? Clean washing too.
The nights recently have been so clear and the stars and planets so bright. More awe-inspiring is the deep silence. I know this because I fall asleep on the couch and wake at 12, 1, 2am and then there is the rubbish to take out and washing to get in, and I stand there and I look upwards and it is so beautiful it almost takes my breath away. The silence, the heavy silence is all around me as the world sleeps, and way up there, between heaven and earth, little lights flicker as aeroplanes with their precious human cargo silently wing their way through the skies to far off places.
Sometimes, I see a shooting star, and other times, there are satellites or space stations which whizz by. It has become a habit now, to go out on clear nights just before I go to bed, to look upwards at the skies. And every time is different. No moon last night that I could see, so much brighter stars. And the moon - oh so much beauty. Do you ever go out in the dark and just stand there and look up? When I lived in South Africa, the skies were (obviously) different, and often I would go and lie down in the dark and gaze into the heavens. I would need a recliner now. Lying on the patio/ground could mean staying there for a considerable time.
I think it all started with Halley's Comet, back in 1986. The comet is not due back until 2061 and it is QUITE safe to say that I will not be here to see it return. The city lights were switched off to darken the skies so it could be seen more clearly. Actually, it was not that clear at all, but I certainly saw it. Something.
Whether it was awe-inspiring or not, it started a habit of looking to the heavens. And wondering. Thinking. Turning around and being filled with awe and a quiet sort of joy too.
We live in an amazing world, don't we.