Good Morning All
Now picture this. Eyes opened. Said a quick thank you to the man up the stairs, whom had seen fit to bless me with another day here on this green and pleasant land. Sprang out of bed. Trotted to the bathroom. Glanced at reflection in the mirror. Realised that the mop was looking a mess but didn’t want to waste time washing it, so just did a panel wash. You know, where you tie back the bulk of hair into a pony tail and just wash the hangy down side pieces and fringe, under the tap, over the sink. Men won’t know what I’m talking about!
That done, I stripped the bed and galloped down the stairs, enthusiasm for the day pulsing through my bones, and whacked it all into the washer. Chea met me, as usual, trilling and informing me that she was hungry – when isn’t she? So she was fed. Then off I trotted to the chucks and gave them their early morning treat, promising I’d be back later to let them out. Floated back to the house on my little pink cloud of happiness and get-up-and-go, made my mug of tea and opened up the laptop, determined to come straight here and then to the word file that holds the next book. The one that I think I have turned around and can now go on with.
My mistake was in the deviation to other places first.
I was drawn to comments from someone who has never grasped the meaning of the word tact. Why is it that some people think they have God-like status and that we, mere mortals, should not only have to read their written word but carry the memory of it into our day and allow it to make us as miserable as they obviously are!
I am becoming more and more disillusioned with ‘virtual’ people as the days wear on. Why do people have to be so bloody minded and downright bossy? What are they trying to salvage from the rubble they cause.
So, my lovely, optimist, jolly, joy-for-life cloak fell to the floor and I’ve turned into a grump – again.
What I wanted to do was to tell you about the wood pigeons that are pairing up now and cooing from the conifer just outside my bedroom window. I wanted to tell you about the simple pleasure of seeing two chucks waiting for you to go to them with their crust of bread. I wanted to tell you about the lovely, cost-free things in life that please. And what happens? I read comments from someone that have the power to annoy me to the point distraction.
So now I am distracted.
But no worries. I am feeling the annoyance ebbing. Because, as I have told you before … it isn’t the incident that will affect you – what will affect you is your reaction to the incident.
So I shall count my blessings – one being that I am not a mean, shallow person and get on with my lovely day. And later, they say the sun will shine. It won’t be that warm but that doesn’t matter. I shall take Chea into the garden with me and have the chucks out. I will potter and do a bit of pruning. The chucks will dust bathe in the area that I’ve prepared for the new shed and Chea will continue to stalk them and have aborted attacks on them. And my little world will be back to normal. Obviously I use that word very conservatively!
So stay happy my little band of warriors. And if the sun shines for you today, turn and face it. And that way, shadow will always fall behind you.
Take care my lovelies x