Five good things

Rain on the window

 

Mist in the trees

Little friends visiting George's rose

 

Heartsease

A blue hydrangea for Little Poppet

 

Finally, some tomatoes!

Ok there were six.

That must mean a good week.

Writing with coloured ink

Oh goodness sometimes it is so difficult to think good thoughts instead of drifting off into a haze of sad bad scary memories.

We're about to finish decorating the back bedroom that would have been George's bedroom, that would have been Little Poppet's bedroom but will inevitably turn back into a general storage, junk room and cat bedroom.

Part of me doesn't want it finished but just left as an empty stripped room but most of me wants it tidy and clean so we can move on to our bedroom.

We're I'm planning on a nice pale turquoiseyduckeggbluey colour for the walls to replace the dingy yellowy gold blah wallpaper and new neutral carpet to replace the dark green (why oh why?) carpet that is impossible to hoover (vacuum).

Perhapse changing the colour of our environment will change the colour of our mood.

I don't keep a diary or journal as such except for an old fil.o.fax that kept track of my cycles and symptoms but I do keep odd notebooks full of scribbles, notes, sketches and half written blog posts. I have always used black or blue ink and the pages suddenly seem sombre and melancholy.

So I have loaded my fountain pens with chocolate brown, claret, torquoise blue and orange inks (I like fountain pens) and I am starting to write in colour.

Brute force colour therapy?

Five good things

Finally getting the money owed to us by the gover.nment.

Finally planning a few days away somewhere... anywhere.

Buying (expensive) shoes that accomodate my poor flat, arthritic feet that don't make me look like I'm heading off for a walk in the woods (Not that there's anything wrong with a walk in the woods, I just wanted something "prettier" to wear when I'm not planning on walking in the woods).

Driving through really low clouds (ok maybe technically it was fog but it felt like clouds).

Putting our big poofy duvet on the bed, even though it's not quite cold enough, just for the pleasure (mine) of burrowing down in it and getting cosy.



What good things did you find this week?

Hope

I've been thinking about Sally today and feeling very grateful to call her a friend.

But I would gladly not know Sally existed.

If only...

Thank you Hope, for the gift of your Mama but I so wish you could have stayed.