Thank you all for your thoughtful comments to my last post. It gave me plenty to mull over as I moped around the house being ill last week. In some ways we had a really nice time the children and I. We sat in front of the fire and chatted and laughed, I went off for naps but by Friday we were all tearing our hair out and wanting to go out and do something. The weather is so dismal though at the moment that we only managed the local farmers market in the drizzle. It's times like this that I miss being in a city where you can just go to a museum, gallery, the theatre or whatever. It always feels like so much of a trek from here. However, now that the children are older I really must venture further afield.
Every winter when the sky turns to that lovely shade of grey that so characterises England and the rain just pours down I'm reminded of my two years in Japan from 1985 - 1987. Japanese winters are cold but the sky is always blue and boy does that lift the spirits. I wouldn't mind how cold it was out there as long as the sky wasn't grey. It just makes me feel so grey too and while I'm at it why doesn't it snow anymore? We went for drinks with some neighbours on Sunday and they showed us a photograph of the village in 1981/82 when we had the last huge snowfall. The snow was as high as the hedges in some places. We all came home praying for it to happen just one more time and to help our prayer we changed the seasonal table and put King Winter upon his throne:
My poor children are so desperate that as soon as Raj sees frost he wants to go off and get his sledge out. To make is worse we are in the best place for sledging too - high up on the hill. Well, fingers crossed for another year.
The troops went back to school yesterday and I always find the first few days hard. I get so immersed in their being at home and the way we are all so relaxed that the first day back is always a bit of a shock. Aside from that our sleeping patterns always change so that last week we were getting up at 8.30 or 9am. As you can imagine 7.30am on Monday was a bit horrible.
Now I don't know if I can put it down to the above or to being ill but I am feeling sooooooo lazy at the minute. Not exactly lazy just this horrible feeling of inertia. I can't bring myself to do anything. I'm not inspired by anything - I just feel ughhhhhhhhh and tired. I feel like my head isn't clear. I have moments like this morning when I remembered that I'd received a bag of lovely curly wool that needed washing:
So I got it out of the shed and set too. Yesterday I had a lovely phone call with a lady that sells Earthues dyes over here and felt so inspired after out conversation. But that was it. I just look around the house and nothing excites me. I decided after seeing Dannielle's penny rugs that I would make one with my bits of dyed blanket. She was very helpful and sent me a few links to patterns. There were some lovely things there but nothing special grabbed me (Infact I think I might just copy her circles design for my first attempt if she doesn't mind). So I have my moments and then I just go ughhhhhh again. I might just be tired, I don't know and it might be to do with the fact that I'm not coping very well with a hormonal teenager. Either way I did have a really long chat with a friend yesterday morning which helped a bit. I think I should walk more. I've walked to school both mornings but somehow managed to get out of walking back and it's that bit that I need. Walking at a faster pace than the children and uphill. I'm sure it would lift my mood and set me up for the day.
I'm sorry this post has turned into a moan but I guess that's the way I'm feeling at the moment. Grey like the sky.