I know I am in a funk, when I don't feel all that excited about the New Year coming up. I always have. It is something I depend on, no matter what.
I have felt the quivering of new ideas, and inspirations, but they are all crowded in a doorway, waiting.
I know it is the relentless pain of this headache, now in its 10th week......is that even possible? And while I am able at times to beat myself into getting on my feet, doing a normal day, I am unable to elicit much excitement for the future.
That's ok, right?
I'm entitled, I think.
Luckily I have help with my attitude.
Yesterday, I took my three youngest grandchildren to the movies, Alvin and the Chipmunks, Chipwrecked. They were sweet, and they loved it of course. It was pretty painful for me, the volume was ridiculous, and we had to sit pretty close. I didn't watch much of it, because it would have entailed me cranking my neck back to see the screen, and I wasn't willing to endure that. So I rested.....or tried. No one noticed. They had a good time, and that was my intent.
It rained hard on the way home, and all evening. At one point, I was sure I heard thunder. Then later, on facebook, I saw that there was a gas leak into the sewers in a neighboring town, and the explosions in the sewer could be heard 7 miles away. Hundreds of gallons of gas from a damaged gas pump ran out onto the street, and into the sewers. They were evacuating people from their homes. No one was hurt.
There is always a reminder to be grateful in this world.
Which reminds me.....thanks to the OTHER HILARY for the POTW. I hardly think I deserve it, but who am I to argue. My photography is always 'dumb luck', and I am humble in her presence, along with a few others whose talent makes mine look quite amateur in contrast.
But thank you. That was nice.
It is well known at CAAL that Miss Puss and Sydney are not buddies. From the beginning, Miss Puss has tried to push Syd around, but Syd is a junk yard dog, and she isn't putting up with that.
So I am not really sure what they were doing here in front of the pellet stove.
She ain't the boss of me.