Tuesday, October 23, 2012
31: A grey day.........
Today is grey. Damp. Foggy. Yuk. There is no horizon - just murk, and I am not at my best in murk. Glynis's washing line is approaching the Miss Haversham look - remember Charles Dickens? Cobwebs? Yes. That. The spiders have gone crazy out in the garden, and the washing line is a work of art.
Anyway, last night, I sat with the green tray on my lap and watched TV with the dogs and sanded all 36 tags. Some are not as straight as one would wish, so I may do some trimming tomorrow, but they are all sanded. My right hand nearly fell off from all the exercise.
It is the fog. I blame that. I seem to move slower, do things more slowly and the spirits seem grey too. Do you feel the same in grey foggy weather? It just seems as though the world has lost most of its colour, and I don't like that.
Perhaps I should start painting something red. That would dispel the murk. I will put on the jolly music tomorrow when I come back to paint. And pick some of the yellow dahlias. And switch on the lights. That may work.
Paintbrush, brace yourself - here I come for Round 2..............