Oh No – Not Dreary!

John looked at this picture over my shoulder last night and said, you are not showing them that dreary photo are you? 

I said,  when it is dreary the blog shows dreary.

He is appalled.

But if we don’t see the dreary side how can we possibly appreciate the sparkling side.

I think there is a lot of dreary ahead. 

Things run in peaks and valleys, we are all constantly evolving – this is right and proper. The peaks may be few but the slide down to the valleys and the slog back up to the peaks again are the meat and potatoes of life. The ordinary stuff.  I feel mired in the dreariest of ordinary stuff lately. I feel that the blog also has reached a plateau, it is just ticking over. Nothing new.

Yesterday I spluttered through my day; I could not find my rhythm. Faltering. The cold wind sandblasted my face until my cheeks were as rosy  as that caricature of a Dutch girl.  It was not too cold, my hands and feet did not hurt or anything so I could still work a day outside, but it blew and blew and snow blew with it, not landing anywhere just blowing past. I felt a white noise annoyance with everything.  Out of kilter.  Boo was limping again. Tane was not good. I carried buckets and buckets of warm water. The barn smelt wrong. Lady did not milk out properly. A window fell into the barn with the wind and smashed. My head ached. 

If I had a television I would have laid on the couch and watched it. So instead I went about the barn plugging the last of the holes with straw, the piglets following me about, chewing on my boots and shredding the hem of the clown suit. This is an old barn, made with old untreated timber there are a lot of holes. The mindless work kept me out of trouble and out of the wind.

Some days are dreary, some days sparkle. Some days I stream through the day like a well oiled machine. other days I lurch from one thing to the next and everything feels wrong. And I cannot think of one decent thing to write.

Not all days are good days. 

Today I get a second chance. Even the weather is almost exactly the same as yesterday. Same high, same low, same clouds. But less wind.

I hope you and I BOTH can find loveliness today.

Love celi

Oh and thank you for the other day and all the movies. I will make them into a list and I bet there will be some that all of us have not seen!  And then we will find one to watch on Christmas afternoon in the mountains. Thank you. You came to my rescue again. c