Yeah, yeah. New England in October is beautiful. Blah, blah, blah. Although the colors are indeed spectacular this year, I'm not in the mood today. I need to do fall cleaning, get the garden ready for winter, and find the orange and gold tablecloths which I could have SWORN I put in the same spot in the attic as every other year, but apparently they've developed legs over the summer and taken a hike. The furnace really should be replaced, but maybe we can squeeze one more year out of it. And then there's the subject of my kids...one is coming home for a break this weekend, but the other won't be home until Thanksgiving. Guess which one I suspect is missing me? And as Winnie the Pooh says, "Tut, tut. Looks like rain!" I want and need a nap.
To further waddle in my misery, I keep playing "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again" from "Phantom of the Opera" and "Bridge Over Troubled Water", which I find poignant on a good day. The fact that my piano playing doesn't seem to be getting any better aids this situation not at all. Some days just stink.
From years of experience I realize that there are things I can do to snap myself out of this. There is, indeed, a nap, which often works. There is physical activity, like a short run, which might help. There is even meditation, which is usually enough to calm my mind and lift my spirits. Nuts to it all. Today I'm throwing myself a "pity party" and I'm going to wallow for another hour or so. It's stupid and pointless, but on some level I am enjoying feeling sorry for myself. So go on, Recorded Rachel from Card Services, call me about improving my interest rate. I double dog dare ya!
To further waddle in my misery, I keep playing "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again" from "Phantom of the Opera" and "Bridge Over Troubled Water", which I find poignant on a good day. The fact that my piano playing doesn't seem to be getting any better aids this situation not at all. Some days just stink.
From years of experience I realize that there are things I can do to snap myself out of this. There is, indeed, a nap, which often works. There is physical activity, like a short run, which might help. There is even meditation, which is usually enough to calm my mind and lift my spirits. Nuts to it all. Today I'm throwing myself a "pity party" and I'm going to wallow for another hour or so. It's stupid and pointless, but on some level I am enjoying feeling sorry for myself. So go on, Recorded Rachel from Card Services, call me about improving my interest rate. I double dog dare ya!
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