I woke up this morning thinking of everything I had to do today, only to realise 30 minutes later, it wasn’t actually Wednesday! I have still spent much of the day, thinking it is Wednesday, only to remind myself, that nope, we are only two days in!
Why is it that so much always seems to happen on a Monday that it feels that we should be much farther in the week then we are when we get to Tuesday?
Oh, well! Tomorrow is Wednesday, so we’re half way to the weekend!
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Well, yesterday I never managed to catch my breath, today felt the same. I’m running on my little hamster wheel and I’m trying to make a leap for freedom.
Mr. Michie texted me this morning to ask if I put the shirt he wore last night to his meeting in the washing machine. I replied with a yes, only to learn he left a pen in his pocket and that was the one shirt, I forgot to check this morning in my bleary-eyed state of doing laundry at 6am. Well, the laundry gods were smiling on us, as it didn’t ruin anything and now Mr. Michie has a very clean pen.
The weeks seem to be getting longer at the moment and the weekends are getting shorter. And it’s only Tuesday. How can that be? So much happened yesterday I was sure when I got up this morning that we were farther along in the week.
Oh, well. Onwards and upwards, right? Right!
When I was in elementary school and the electrifying, magnificent, blissful four letter word that is S-N-O-W, was sent forth from our lips, we all squealed. Someone would always be the organizer and tell everyone else in the class that we had to do a snow dance and wear our PJ’s inside out, so that our town would be wrapped in a white coverlet of snow and we would have the day off from school.
Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t. It normally depended on whether or not the snow was moving up the Gulf or coming over the Blue Ridge Mountains as to whether we would be graced by Susie Snowflake herself. Well, I saw that heavenly four letter word yesterday and I was beaming all afternoon, I kept staring out the window last night, I barely slept, the weather channel promised it was gonna happen. But alas, I woke up to freezing temperatures, a black sky and NO snow. So, off to school I went.
I’m not greedy, I would just like ONE snow day. Just one day off from school, where everyone can play outside or stay in and drink hot chocolate and stay cozy. Just one day, that’s all I’m asking for.
I think other people were wishing for that snow day as well as my train was exceptionally quiet this morning. The second full week since everyone has returned to work and the memory of Christmas seems to have faded like an old piece of cloth. Everyone is tired. Everyone is waiting for the weekend.
The quietness continued on the tube with my band of mismatched travellers. Until we hit my third stop down the line, where a mother and her son get on every morning. Any peace to the journey usually ends there, as he is a very lively little person. He’s feeling his oats lately and spends most of the journey telling his mom, “No!” or screaming. When they get off a few stops down he shouts, “Goodbye!”, to everyone, most of the people in the carriage normally respond with a wave, a smile or a nod. There is a collective sigh of relief that peace has returned as we shuttle down the tracks.
There is another mother who gets on in the morning with her daughter, who is about 7. Their routine, normally involves studying for a test or finishing up homework. She is very animated and today while working on smilies, she stated that my scarf was as yellow as sweet corn and her gloves were as navy as blueberries. I couldn’t help but laugh, she has quite an imagination, I hope she never loses that!
Come on, Miss Susie Snowflake! Just bring me one really good snowy day, that’s all I need. Maybe I should do a snow dance and wear my PJ’s inside out tonight for luck!
I couldn’t sleep a wink last night, I just lay there thinking of all the things I needed to do first thing in the morning and then on my way to work and then my list for my first day back to work, once I got in school. At some point my head was going to start spinning and I was going to spew green. I finally took a deep breath and closed my eyes not long before 4am only to hear the alarm go off an hour later.
I don’t think I was ready to go back to work, but are you ever? I have been having too much fun with Mr. Michie while on Christmas Vacation. Well, onwards and upwards!
It was cold this morning. The wind whipped my hair around my face as I walked to the train station in the dark. This is the first morning that it has remained dark for the majority of my journey into work. Now and then I would see glimpses of a lit window or the light from another train passing us, illuminating the arch of the trees and highlighting the tracks beside us, before the world returned to obscurity. It felt almost like a Dickensian winter morning outside. I could appreciate the feeling that the glow of a candlelit window promised after traveling for so long in the blackness of shadows.
The air was fresh and clean coming off of the river this morning and as chilly as it was I decided to take a longer walk to work. It made my cheeks turn pink and my nose run, but I was so happy. My detour route takes me by some hidden gems. The air smelled of pine needles as I passed by a row of houses. There were piles of branches on the curb that were the shaved off remnants of Christmas trees. Shorn around the base to fit inside their tree stand. There were still plenty of leaves underfoot that crackled and crunched as I walked over them. Unusually, I passed no one for ages, it was bliss, the world was simply mine.
It was dark, raining and very windy when I left the cottage this morning. It was still dark when my train pulled into London. The view from my carriage window was blurred by the raindrops speeding down the glass, their velocity matching the train. The lights we passed seemed to stretch out for miles, the dark and the rain exaggerating their glow.
I found my salvation this morning at 7:26am, while waiting for the tube, I took my first glorious sip of hot coffee. I’m normally up not long after 5, so by that point in the morning, I am more than ready for a little jolt of caffeine. Everyone was quiet this morning. The darkness, the rain, the fact that it was another Monday all played their part, I think.
It has rained off and on all day. Night is starting to close in earlier now. You can tell that we are not that far off from moving our clocks back and shortening our days. We have sat on the cusp long enough, I think we are finally slipping into Autumn.
“Sometimes life is tough and that’s okay!” That was the caption under this image when I found it ages ago. I know I have used it before in a post and again today, it perfectly sums up how I feel. I feel exhausted, bedraggled, I’ve got a humdinger of a sinus infection and I want to be like this little bunny, laid out on my couch.
This has been a very busy week at work and in our house. Mr. Michie has been sick as well, so neither of us are getting a lot of sleep, I feel like a zombie. The thought of getting on the tube to go home tonight and have insane people try and cram into the carriages when they are already filled to capacity, made me want to cry. But, I persevered, I just want to get home in one piece and as stress free as possible, so I refuse to fight people for space, or rush past them to grab a seat, I just take it as it comes.
I’m so happy tomorrow is Friday, for that means the weekend is here and I am going to just rest, even though I would rather plow through my to-do list, the wisest thing for my mind, body and spirit will be to let them rest. I’m gonna try very hard to do that!
This was my brief glimpse of the sun this morning. It tried so hard to peak out from behind the clouds, but alas, the clouds won and the sky has turned to ash grey again.
It rained last night and the morning air felt clean. The air was crisp, but by the time I made it into the city, it had started to become muggy. Everyone was moving slower this morning. Not the usual exciting pace a Friday morning normally has. Maybe it is the weather, it can’t decide whether it should be hot or be cold. Everyone seems tired, worn out already, waiting for a pause to catch their breath.
This has been such a busy week, I will confess, that I have been living for today. Waiting for a break. I got back in the pool for the first time since our summer vacation this week to put in more hours towards my scuba certification. I was a little rusty, but I remembered the majority of it! It was wonderful to feel the weight of the tank on my back and the rush of water washing over me as I jumped in. I love being under the water, it is a certain kind of freedom.
I have tried very hard to come in to my space this week. But, it has proved difficult. I must work harder to find my balance as this little space is also a freedom for me. A freedom to write, to think, to share.
There are papers to grade this weekend, a cottage to clean and hopefully a long meandering walk through the park. I can feel the Japanese Garden in Regent’s Park calling my name. I want to walk from one end to the other and cut down our “secret” path that is behind the London Zoo, so we can look down at the animals from the hill. The camels are normally outside munching away and if we are lucky the warthogs will be out lying in the mud when we cross the bridge.
Here’s to the weekend, long may it last.
I’ve found it harder and harder to come to this little space of mine this week. I had many things to share, but as the week wore on, it took me right along with it. We had many plans for this weekend, but it turned in to a quiet one instead. A weekend to recuperate from the week that was.
The sunshine was out and about today, but the air was cool. The shadows are changing, the sun sunk a little sooner into the evening. We are coming to a bend in the road, we haven’t quite got there yet, but you can feel it’s approach. Summer is starting to lose her grip and we are slowly slipping from one season in to the next.
Pumpkin weather is coming and I’m ready for it!
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Quiet moments. I am trying to grab as many as I can at the moment. They seem few and far between. School is busy as it always is, trying to get back fully in to the swing of things and find our rhythm again is tough. We will get there I know. We move around each other in the morning, slowly, quietly, a kiss, a small smile, a gaze over a bowl of yogurt or oatmeal or cereal.
I normally read when I travel, but this morning, I listened to music and soaked in the cool air while I walked to the station. The weather is starting to turn. The morning was crisp and I could see my breath as I exhaled in one continuous stream. A mist had settled over the fields as the train sped by and the sunlight streaming down made the lake sparkle as if it was on fire.
I was tempted to veer off in to Regent’s Park this morning and sit in the Japanese garden with my cup of coffee. But I didn’t. I inhaled the scent of coffee beans and vanilla before tasting my first glorious sip of the morning. I disappeared again down in to the tube station, but since I chose to take an overground train this morning, sunlight dappled my path and danced around the floor as the train made it’s way along the tracks. I listened to my music and swayed with the motion of the train. I was content. I found my quiet this morning, no matter how briefly it lasted, it was mine for a moment and in that moment my world was still.
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