Today it is dull, dark, damp and cold…….. despite winter’s dismal try to make us feel that we are going further and further into the wintry mire, I can sense that we are turning the corner towards the hope of spring. If the pre-Christmas season was one of frantic shopping, this post traumatic season is all about starting to try and get things back to a semblance of normality. Lots of things aren’t working – three bits of repair needed on the campervan alone. This has necessitated multiple phone calls, (a salesman left and didn’t leave a proper message about ordering parts.) But the magic of digital photos and email meant that the bits can hopefully be ordered up without a 225 mile round trip twice.
The shower has needed unblocked, the floors cleared of the last of the Christmas tinsel lingering in corners and even the spare room is dusted off and ready for the next visitors. In actual fact I am trying to write myself into a coping mood, for next week begins the rounds of hairdresser, dentist and vet (Misty’s routine vaccination – I’ve been wondering whether she might need counselling sessions for my choice of her new coat – see the comments.) I’m using the technique of splatting thoughts onto the page, and hoping that some of it makes sense.
So – what does this afternoon bring? More paperclog unclogging? A walk in the confused countryside? I suspect it might be a gentle potter at the edges of my mind…… and wherever that takes me. How about you? How do you deal with jaded January?