Life in the doldrums . . .

The hardest part about keeping a blog is the pressure I feel to write at least weekly.  That is the reason I decided to keep a blog--the pressure would require me to actually write something once a week, and that would relieve the guilt from not keeping a journal, thus the pressure would cancel out the guilt and I would end up feeling just fine (and no, I won't fix that run-on sentence because that's the way my mind is working, so I'm leaving it to prove a point)  So, having discussed the pressure/guilt canceling aspect, let's deal with the real challenge of the blog:  coming up with a theme for each blog entry.  You can see from the farther and farther apart postings that I'm not doing so well on that front.  But as I sit writing this morning I realize it isn't a lack of events to write about (my life is full enough, thank you very much) but the grey state of the weather that's got me in "the slows."  "The slows" is a Smith family term referring to an inability to get moving at a normal pace.  They can occur as a result of too much junk food, too little sleep, or being too tired-and-sore from yard work.  I think the slows I'm experiencing are a direct result of grey and windy days.  Winter has seemed extra long for me this year.  I have no explanation for this; we've had a relatively mild winter, yet I continue to look longingly out at my still-brown flower beds, hoping for just a hint of yellow on the forsythia bushes.  We are just 2 1/2 weeks from spring break, and there is no sign of spring on the horizon.  This morning I realized I'm in a place where I might need an intervention . . .

This photo of the driveway should say it all . . .

I'm being honest with myself about this weather thing.  I'm obsessed.  I realized this as I looked at Accuweather for the 2nd time this morning.  No, the weather outside the window hadn't changed, yet I was hoping the forecast had.  I look out 15 days and what do I see?  Rainy, grey, breezy days.  Oh, the temperature should stay in the 40's during the days, but where's the sun?  Where's the bright, spring-like days that are now sufficiently long enough for me to be outside after I get home each day?  I know we can use the moisture, but the drizzly, muddy, pond-like atmosphere around the casa is really a challenge for my psyche!




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