Another day, another story!
Well, there it is in black and white and some blue.
I was googling dreary just because this day has kinda sunk my ship. BUT WAIT . . .
It started with the fact that my recent trip to Florida got off to a slippery start when I tripped, slipped, and feet flew sideways out from under me at the Books Alive event. The EVENT was grand! The company of writers and readers superb. But I have a special way of sometimes making an entrance and although I was in a back hallway with only my cousin to testify - I have a serious witness that it was a serious crash landing. Ankle twisted and sprung but not broken. Black and blue but not bloody. Still. I'm a little waylaid on this grey, rainy day and doing anything that needs doing has just become a lot more difficult if not pretty stupid and impossible. If I could order some sunshine our way I would do it in a heartbeat.
It's so grey and I'm so a little blue over all of it that I began to look up the word dreary. Then I saw that it was soul-destroying and thought - wait! I thought it was bad but not THAT BAD. I figure I should be watching a few hours of something really stupid but I'm so behind on everything that doesn't seem quiet right. Then again, neither do I.
This is a good time to look at my bookshelf collection of little gifts from friends and see "Eeyore, Be Happy" a POOH book from friend Denise Mitchell who also gave me a smiling stuffed Eeyore. I keep them side by side. God bless Pooh, he tries but that donkey is going to be only so stimulated.
Truth - I'm always writing about living in the precious moment but if I could get on a plane today for a place South to the SEAS where the Sun was SHINNING I'd be GONE. I figure 3 good days of warm beach weather would do my brain good. No, great. But I can't. So I'm googling grow lights for humans and writing this Bona Fide blog of truth.
Books Alive was a dandy time. An early, standing room only presentation (thank you readers for getting up so early in the day!) and a chance to see some familiar faces of people I love.
This glorious, gray, overcast, cold, rainy day will pass. I'll light a fire. Maybe make some soup. Go kiss my Mother. And I hope wherever you are, that you find the magic combination that makes you smile again. A favorite, old funny movie. A great book. Journaling. Or grow lights.
We'll just keep saying our prayers and clicking our heels and saying, There's no place like Spring. There's no place like Spring, there's no place like. . . .
Like that little kid said in Angels in the Outfield . . . "It could happen."
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