the news keeps filtering in and out of the ether.
such sadness.
requires silence.
and prayers for those who are in mourning.
Tag: Sadness
it is awfully hard to feel hopeful on a cold winter rainy day
………but we do our best.
even when it is POURING down in manhattan and Pretty Depressing.
still – on the bright side:
there’s always coffee shops and early morning conversations with one’s agent (always such a lovely word to say)….
and talking about novels that made us Thrilled to be alive when we were Much Younger than now.
after our breakfast meeting with our agent we decided to pop into The Strand to see if we could find an escapist novel to keep us warm during this sodden day of rain.
but then we remembered the Vast Pile at home which really ought to be Read First (before it goes to Housing Works as a largescale donation because we’re going to try not to take Everything to Los Angeles – we live in hope that this is possible. It might. not. be).
and, en route to our next appointment, we stopped to gaze at people tenderly parting after what was probably an extended weekend thanksgiving Romance:
there’s a Story taking place, don’t you think?
and we remembered to feel grateful for Rainy Day Television – the BBC is glorious for putting out a 2nd season of The Hour (we adore The Hour – and – ahem – we just happened to get our hands on a DVD of Episode 1 – #thanksDad)
and we had some Consulting to do and things to Say and Places to Be and plans to make for the #moveWest
which requires clippings for research and ink pad stamps and good pens and decent 1960s cards (with the hope that the recipients of our Letters like the cards so much – and thus us – that they pin them up on noticeboards – do people still have noticeboards? *thinksforamoment* maybe not – oh well, we hope the kind of people We write to Do)
and then we became Very Despondent about the Rain and sunk into a Tiny Despair (when we really don’t have time to indulge in such an overwhelming depressing nature of Emotion).
but then, just when the soaking-coat-and-wilting-hat-under-pouring-rain gets to us…..someone has a Delicious heartfelt and meaningful response to something we’ve done/said/photographed and the sun (metaphorically) comes out again.
bliss.
isn’t the interweb and connecting via blogs and friendship and tea and novels and Everything just the best counteraction to feeling blue with the Rain?
we think so.
what do you do when it rains, darlings?
set-backs….and other sadness..
so the latest visa bulletin is out for green cards and, er, the processing month for when we had our file sent to the Right People, is still a loooooooooooooooong way away.
we had thought June.
mais non.
not our timing.
the Universe knows best. we have to believe that.
or we’d cRaCK up.
but we feel sad.
really sad.
we have waited a long time.
and as someone lovely just said on the phone, in a delightful east coast accent:
oh honey. that’s a bummer.
which helped.
as did taking this bubble picture. and writing these words. and reading your comments. and not scratching the Scar which is a bit sad too.
some days are better than others: today was Not that day
it has (sadly just) occurred to us, darlings, that this is the bit that sucks.
we were So Nervous about surgery (and cancer) and getting through it without nasty narcotic chemicals that we quite Forgot that the Worst bit might be Afterwards.
so much for back-to-original premise of blog (glorious people etc)
today we sobbed at regular intervals (thank god for general chic European appearance with trench coat and Huge dark Glasses) on park benches, on the sofa, in a lunchtime gathering place that we rarely get to but we had to call in Sick as our allergic reaction to Synthroid/Life/bloody mozzers lead to Most Unattractive Swelling of left hand up into arm (and beyond but luckily rest of body not on display due to inclement temperature).
bitchin’ ends here
the saving graces of today are as follows: labyrinth, Moonlighting, Veronique Vienne (book below) and tea.
Lots of Tea.
Don’t you just Adore the way VV talks about driving up to the Plaza in a 1953 Ford truck, swathed in satin and pearls? Divine.
The other saving grace of today was enjoying our new scented drawer liners from Crabtree & Evelyn. Summer Hill, in case you’re curious. Peach blossom, magnolia and vanilla.
Tomorrow is another day. Let’s hope the walking we did today is keeping us one step ahead of the worst mood-crashing effects of post-surgery recovery.
Feelings? Bah.
