Many people have commented to me on the winter blues or blahs. I have really been thinking about this, giving it extra thought. I have decided it isn't the weather, we have been having beautiful weather for winter. It isn't anything tangible, this depression is the intangible action of waiting. What are we waiting for? It varies, but the waiting is causing the blues, we are in transition. Waiting for spring. Waiting to plant a garden. Waiting for corn on the cob. Waiting for spring break. Waiting for the beach. Waiting for the pool to open. Waiting to wear sandals. Waiting for a better economy. Waiting for LOST. Waiting for book 10 in a never ending series. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Winter seems to be a time to hunker down and do busy work until the real work can be done. The real work being living. Which also adds to my blues. I am wishing my life away, January is gone and February will flash by. I know I should slow down and enjoy the moment, but thirty mile an hour winds push you along quickly.
Let the foul winds blow.
The heavens can open up with snow.
Who cares? I just got HBO.
I have been wrangling with Comcast for ages and finally talked to someone who seemed to know what he was doing. I had to call back, and got a second person that also had a few brain cells and my cable woes were resolved. I broke down and added HBO. This now means instead of having nine channels of nothing we will now have about two hundred channels of nothing. And I get to pay for it! I did ratchet myself up a few notches on the kids coolometer, that doesn't happen much anymore.