After a great week of hanging out with The Parents, this week has started off in a less than glorious fashion: the waiting list for China barely moved, we can't sell the Corolla without another piece of paperwork, it's raining (which I am thankful for, but which in my current state of mind is just depressing), it's mid-November and 70 degrees outside, my hall bathroom tub faucet is leaking...
Just call me Eeyore.
I know I have a good life. I know I have a lot for which to be thankful. I know this too will pass.
But knowing, as I learned from G.I. Joe as a child, is only half the battle. I guess feeling is the other.
And I feel like I have done something wrong and am being punished. I feel like screaming when I see Sarah Palin's unwed pregnant teenage daughter. I feel like I am stuck in a rut that just keeps getting deeper and deeper. And I feel guilty because I don't think I'm going to enjoy the holidays this year as much as I usually do.
Sigh.
Just about everything in this world is easier said than done, with the exception of "systematically assisting Sisyphus's stealthy, cyst-susceptible sister," which is easier done than said. - Lemony Snicket
3 comments:
sigh.
wanna watch bridget jones with me?
I love you. Hugs and hugs and prayers.
G. - I created a Google acct. so I could send you hugs from Fayetteville.
I also wanted to send:
Red and pink and orange autumn leaves against clear blue sky,
The smell of wood smoke in chilly air,
And all the songs from Simon and Garfunkel's Greatest Hits
(I tried to leave a comment before so sorry if I repeat myself)
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