Posted by Tania Kindersley.
I am cross and tired and sad.
The very fact that I may admit that is a small triumph. What I would really like to say is oh, you know, I'm fine. Look me, being fine. Watch me being marvellously good at being fine.
Oddly, I know that underneath everything, I probably am fine. Feeling sad and tired does not represent a failure of the human spirit, but a reality of the human condition. We can't all be bluebirds and butterflies every damn day. This is not a piece of musical theatre. It is real life.
The sun shone hard and the wind blew. On the radio, someone said that there were blizzards in the North-West. Blizzards? In May? I thought: oh I do hope there is no one up on those mountains with the snow coming in and no hat.
Here are some pretty pictures, to make up for everything:
The Pigeon was looking particularly beautiful today. She has perked up a bit, and I think the Older Niece's vitamins are doing a sterling job:
The wind blew her ears up in the air, which made me think of Snoopy, and made me laugh:
And the coos stared at us in astonishment:
Thank you for the lovely comments, which arrive each day, to make me smile and keep me going. I talk often of the kindness of strangers, and this is it, in its full flowering. It also keeps my faith in human nature. Everyone always says the internet is such an angry, intemperate place. Not in this little corner, it isn't. Here, it is the place where we may remind each other we are not alone. So many of you have gone through similar things to me, and generously send your empathy through the ether. It is the true sense of community, and it astonishes and delights.