Chancy Weather and Endless Winds
Posted: Wednesday, 26 November 2008 |
No, that isn`t endless winds in the way some might take it...*gives stern look....*, but the never ending weather, of course.
We had a brief foray into the winters of my childhood recently, with snow! Woohoo! I love snow...sigh...
It lasted all of two days then burgered off again, at least, from Sanday.
I can`t help it...snow leaves me spellbound..there is something, like it or not, magical about it. It blankets the world around us and to get up out of bed, go to the window and gaze out over a pristine white wilderness, sleeping softly under the hush of that soft whiteness, is just simply one of life`s pleasures for yours truly.
Forget the latest movie, forget the glossiest magazine, I`ll be happy just to stand in front of a garden of snow covered beauty and watch the world slowly wake to it as the sun kisses it with blushing rose and gold and makes the flakes in it sparkle bonnier than the most expensive diamonds.
Been a tough wee while lately...got a fluey thing that laid me low for ages, and now thanks to work, have tennis elbow. What a bluidy stupid name for it! I never play tennis...and it makes a joke out of what is an extremely painful condition. I am, effectively, one armed for the time being. And discovering how difficult even the simplest things are, with only the use of one arm. Typing, for a start.....
dressing....washing!...housework....tsk....not to mention work work! My job demands repetitive action, hard physical work, how`m I supposed to do that if it`ll keep giving me ruddy tennis elbow? *insert grumpy face here*
Anyways, half of me is enjoying the enforced rest, the other half is feeling pretty guilty about it. Is that just a woman-thing, feeling as if we do something `wrong` when we have to rest, to take time out? There are always a hundred and one things going through my mind, reminding me of needing done...
Christmas/Jul/Solstice?whatever ye call it will soon be upon us. I`m heathen, therefore it`s Jul. *big happy grin*
I`ve had my decorations up for a while now, enjoying the cosiness of the fairy lights at night against the dark outside, enjoying the tree, bedecked in a muddle of collected over the years decorations, a fairy on top looking bemused at everything glittery I could find, being strung around the place...
I never did give a damn for convention, being of the type that, if I want them up early, they`ll go up early. I believe in your own home, your own rules hold sway, not societys...*winks*
Have to say too, as an insomniac, there is something wonderfully cheering, in the wee sma` hours, to sit among the rosy twinkle of coloured lights and a green tree, defiant against the winter, listening to the seemingly eternal winds howl outside the window, or the hail pelt the glass.
I admit, I really am heartily fed up of the weather. It isn`t real winter weather..it isn`t snow and ice and still, calm winter days when the skies darken and fat white flakes fall and blanket the landscape. Instead it`s endless howling gales, whipping the seas into a frenzy, throwing dirt and sand up into the air and any other debris it can lift, and always, always, howling like a banshee.
Coupled with the rain, and the grey, grainy skies above, it can be..well...pretty depressing...
and no, I dinnae have the money to go abroad....the recession means I am struggling, like so many others. I do think one of the dangerous effects of financial hardship is how trapped it makes one feel, which in turn can lead to depression and a peculiar kind of hopelessness which seems everlasting.
So, the Jul lights went up, the tree went up, and I take kindness and comfort from them.
And now I sit here thinking, if the goose that always escapes the pen, doesn`t quit honking in the wee small hours of the night each and every night, I`m gonna roast the burger for Jul day dinner......
We had a brief foray into the winters of my childhood recently, with snow! Woohoo! I love snow...sigh...
It lasted all of two days then burgered off again, at least, from Sanday.
I can`t help it...snow leaves me spellbound..there is something, like it or not, magical about it. It blankets the world around us and to get up out of bed, go to the window and gaze out over a pristine white wilderness, sleeping softly under the hush of that soft whiteness, is just simply one of life`s pleasures for yours truly.
Forget the latest movie, forget the glossiest magazine, I`ll be happy just to stand in front of a garden of snow covered beauty and watch the world slowly wake to it as the sun kisses it with blushing rose and gold and makes the flakes in it sparkle bonnier than the most expensive diamonds.
Been a tough wee while lately...got a fluey thing that laid me low for ages, and now thanks to work, have tennis elbow. What a bluidy stupid name for it! I never play tennis...and it makes a joke out of what is an extremely painful condition. I am, effectively, one armed for the time being. And discovering how difficult even the simplest things are, with only the use of one arm. Typing, for a start.....
dressing....washing!...housework....tsk....not to mention work work! My job demands repetitive action, hard physical work, how`m I supposed to do that if it`ll keep giving me ruddy tennis elbow? *insert grumpy face here*
Anyways, half of me is enjoying the enforced rest, the other half is feeling pretty guilty about it. Is that just a woman-thing, feeling as if we do something `wrong` when we have to rest, to take time out? There are always a hundred and one things going through my mind, reminding me of needing done...
Christmas/Jul/Solstice?whatever ye call it will soon be upon us. I`m heathen, therefore it`s Jul. *big happy grin*
I`ve had my decorations up for a while now, enjoying the cosiness of the fairy lights at night against the dark outside, enjoying the tree, bedecked in a muddle of collected over the years decorations, a fairy on top looking bemused at everything glittery I could find, being strung around the place...
I never did give a damn for convention, being of the type that, if I want them up early, they`ll go up early. I believe in your own home, your own rules hold sway, not societys...*winks*
Have to say too, as an insomniac, there is something wonderfully cheering, in the wee sma` hours, to sit among the rosy twinkle of coloured lights and a green tree, defiant against the winter, listening to the seemingly eternal winds howl outside the window, or the hail pelt the glass.
I admit, I really am heartily fed up of the weather. It isn`t real winter weather..it isn`t snow and ice and still, calm winter days when the skies darken and fat white flakes fall and blanket the landscape. Instead it`s endless howling gales, whipping the seas into a frenzy, throwing dirt and sand up into the air and any other debris it can lift, and always, always, howling like a banshee.
Coupled with the rain, and the grey, grainy skies above, it can be..well...pretty depressing...
and no, I dinnae have the money to go abroad....the recession means I am struggling, like so many others. I do think one of the dangerous effects of financial hardship is how trapped it makes one feel, which in turn can lead to depression and a peculiar kind of hopelessness which seems everlasting.
So, the Jul lights went up, the tree went up, and I take kindness and comfort from them.
And now I sit here thinking, if the goose that always escapes the pen, doesn`t quit honking in the wee small hours of the night each and every night, I`m gonna roast the burger for Jul day dinner......
Posted on Hermit Life at 07:53
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