Blue Mondays

Blue, originally uploaded by boo *.

I was rather shocked to hear on the news today that today is considered the day when more people feel depressed than any other day of the year. I suppose everything comes together - the anti climax of after Christmas, the bills, the cold, the dark, a return to work. So then I thought, well, apart from the cold and the dark, everything else we have control over - why do we persist in over spending? If we're so unhappy with our jobs when we return, why do we do them? Why aren't we changing our lives?

One of my friends on Flickr, has a sister who has been in intensive care all the way through the Christmas period. She is desperately ill, and only in her 30's. No matter how long we may live, life is short - and the agony that my friend is suffering over missed opportunities is one that must be familiar to all of us who face saying goodbye to loved ones. So, a belated resolution; not to take each day blindly, stumbling from one to the other -but to think seriously, what do I want to say I've seen, done, been - before I die?

House and Garden

It's been soooo cold - I can't ever seem to get warm. By the time I get home from work, it never seems worth lighting the fire - anyway, I leave the house when it's dark and get back when it's dark - so taking out the ashes during the week is horrid...traipsing through the garden.. so I put on three jumpers and get into a hot bath and go to bed pretty early, to read, crochet -stay warm!! However, I was encouraged to see my little grape hyacinths beginning to shoot - I just hope they'll survive - perhaps I should stick them in the shed? I love these flowers so much - simple, a wonderful blue and look so pretty with all the other spring flowers!
The big tidy up at the weekend included putting the doll's house up in the attic. The girls had each had one, and Miss 18 yr old gave hers away in the summer. I didn't want both to go - they were given by grandparents and it's the sort of toy that another generation will happily play with - so this one, along with dolls and furniture disappeared into the highest reaches of the house. It was sad - another era over where my children no longer want to play with toys - but an ineveitable consequence of growing up.