SinkingSurfing

I've not been sure what to blog about today. Sitting idly surfing friend's blogs and random "Next Blog" surfing (there is some weird stuff out there!)
(Nearly forgot the apostrophe in "friend's" there, Oooh dear Betty! (No.115)) (nearly forgot the final bracket too) (would anyone have noticed?)

There is no one else awake yet. The house is quiet.
Its a lovely day, I may even do some gardening. Bike ride with LG. Housework. Read the paper. Hoover the lounge. Do some weaving? Think about food for today. Just think about food! Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc. The fridge needs cleaning. (And the smeary grimy little-finger-smudged windows.)

It seems such a struggle sometimes to keep making the effort to get on with life, be active, positive, engaged, do the things that need to be done, enjoy the things I can enjoy. I just feel so tired of it all sometimes, weary. Bone-weary. Heart-weary.
The undertow of lethargy, misery, apathy, entropy, tiredness, hopelessness, alienation constantly naggingly pulls.

But thank the goddess (if there is a deity I think I'd prefer goddess to god) (I think) (on balance) for daughters, sunshine, friendship. And other smaller comforts.

I read Riverbend's blog this morning. And don't want to say something trite. I think its not possible, really, to compare lives. But it can make a difference to gain an insight into someone else's world and then return to one's own.

So I shall attempt to swim today, keep my head above water, float above the undercurrents, steer away from the undertow - maybe manage to sinksurf a bit. (hee hee, thanks Wendy and Tat) (this will be almost as useful (and frequent no doubt) in my blogs as brackets are).)

Starting by striking out away from this maudlin murkiness by choosing a dillo for the day:
No. 19. A maimed dillo! (oh dear). She has no ears, due I assume to some small child in our house some time, feeling curious or malicious, we will never know. Some time I will make her new ears.

And leaving you with something to make you laugh A LOT.
You'll love it if you like Lord of the Rings. You'll probably love it if you don't like - or even if you love to hate LOTR. Pleeeeeeze read this, you'll lyfao.

Oh, and finally, my Springwatch. These are pics. of a beautiful magnolia tree and a camelia, both just down the road, which we pass on the way to school. For some reason lost in the mists of time, LG and her friend always referred to the camelia as the "puffy" flowers, and used to pick them up from the pavement to bring home. Watching the buds appear, grow, swell, show colour is one of our Spring rituals. Even watched every day, it will still seem miraculous and sudden when they finally open. Needless to say, although camelias in London sometimes flower fully in February, the buds are tight shut just now, just the merest slightest hint of colour on the camelias while the magnolia buds look tightly shuttered. But 11C here today, so who knows?






And of course, in order to update these pics. and record the progress of this rite of Spring, I'll
need to keep taking LG to school, at least part of the way. :o)
(I think Le Chat is right, its worth making the most of this as long as possible.)