Wednesday blahs...
Sitting in my room, in a favorite overstuffed rocking chair. The light fades and brightens, as clouds drift across the sun.
I am listening to National Public Radio online, and barely moving. Two large cardboard boxes sit at the foot of the bed, waiting to be gone through, organized, condensed. I just can't seem to do anything today. My needlework lays next to me, waiting to be finished, I can't seem to pick it up.
The woman on NPR news relates book titles, a list of good reads. Some of them sound very good, but I don't even move to write down the titles.
(edit: Please read the short story "A Christmas Memory" by Truman Capote... It is really good!)
So many things I want to get done, but all I have the energy to do is to go back to bed and cover my head while I sleep the day away. I am always so tired...
I am listening to National Public Radio online, and barely moving. Two large cardboard boxes sit at the foot of the bed, waiting to be gone through, organized, condensed. I just can't seem to do anything today. My needlework lays next to me, waiting to be finished, I can't seem to pick it up.
The woman on NPR news relates book titles, a list of good reads. Some of them sound very good, but I don't even move to write down the titles.
(edit: Please read the short story "A Christmas Memory" by Truman Capote... It is really good!)
So many things I want to get done, but all I have the energy to do is to go back to bed and cover my head while I sleep the day away. I am always so tired...
posted by Amethyst Rising at 11:55 AM
8 Comments:
I agree with Jas. Wintertime makes me want to curl up on the sofa with a cat and a blanket. I don't want to do anything either. It's cold and dreary and it's dark when I wake up and dark when I leave work. Here in the South, some days it just looks like snow (I'm a yankee by birth), then you walk outside and it's 60°. Like today. I still want the sofa, though. This too shall pass, Am. Soon it will be spring and we'll all be out rejoicing our good fortune. Hang in there.
Hugs
It would help if when bed time did get here I could sleep... I lay awake until 1 or 2 in the morning, while the alarm goes off at 6...
Sugar, all the not sleeping, being tired and sleeping odd hours are awful close to signs of depression. Especially when mixed with all the other changes in your life...Beat it back before it beats you. When you feel elast like doing something, that is when you need to do something the most.
Take care and keep warm and safe.
Hugs babygirl
I have a hard time getting out of bed in the first place when its winter.. makes me so sleepy...and comfy in my blankets.
I listened to that same NPR story on the book list. My Husband had a good memory of hearing a reading of the Truman Capote "A Christmas Memory". He was like "Hey, I know this!" I'm off to find it on audio for his present.
We also make fruitcake for Christmas, the BEST I've ever tasted. His family calls it Lemon Pecan Cake, so no one turns up their nose at "fruitcake". Once they taste it, they all want more. I wish I had your address, I'd sure send you some!
I went looking for it online, as I had never read it, and I found it in it's entirety here:
http://www.geocities.com/cyber_explorer99/capotechristmas.html
It really is a wonderful story, and will be a part of my holiday season from now on! I love that it is not "overly Christmassy".
Maybe I should edit the blog entry to include that link... I love this story!
I love the first paragraph, and the line: "It's fruitcake weather!"
My ex-step mother had an amazing recipe for fruitcake, unfortunatly that is not one of the ones I asked her for...
THAT is EXACTLY what my Husband and his mom say when it gets cold enough: "It's fruitcake weather!" HA! :o) (they must have gotten it from the story) Feels like fruitcake weather here today. Too bad I'm at work. Maybe this weekend though. Maybe I'll send you the recipe? Since I can't actually send you the cake itself.
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