I could blame it on the cold. God knows, it's been a relatively brutal winter here.
OR...I could blame it on the madness in the world, or the solar flares, or the complete and total lack of hormones in my system.
Or...I could just get over myself and chalk it all up to the dreadful deficiencies of my character. I have been annoyed. I have been impatient. I have been unforgiving and critical and nasty-mouthed.
And it has made me miserable. So, yesterday, I decided it was time to snap out of it and get back on the carousel that is my life. And here I am.
I have been reading a great book by Margaret Atwood called The Year of the Flood. I love her work and this one is no exception. I also am reading The Lincoln Lawyer, which they have just made a movie from, starring Matthew McConnaghey (sp??). On top of that...I have just received some books I ordered, by a woman named Jan Phillips, one called Marry Your Muse and the other titled Divining the Body. And then of course at the local Goodwill, I found several books...among them one called Accordian Crimes, by Annie Proulx who also wrote The Shipping News. So...I have plenty to read and keep me occupied for a while.
In the meantime, the seed catalogs keep pouring in and my dreams are of grand gardens and abundant food. The big blizzard knocked part of a tree down in the backyard, smashing one of my trellises that didn't get taken down last fall. Once all this snow melts and the ground finally dries up, we are going to have a lot of work ahead of us. There are lots and lots of downed branches and tree limbs all over the place.
I have decided to reclaim my little studio apartment for my own studio again. We rented it out twice in the past 2 years, and I hated having people back there. The Irishman and I have agreed that unless we become destitute and absolutely HAVE to have the money, we will not rent it out again. So...I need to get back there and clean and paint...and definitely smudge the room with sage. And then I will make it my own again. I'm really looking forward to it.
I have an early appointment tomorrow so I need to get to bed. It's midnight already...sigh....there don't seem to be enough hours in the day anymore. Is this part of the aging process?????]