Two rainbows thee have been this January. Fleeting glances only, mind you, but rainbows nonetheless and they have made lovely interjections into the January Blues.
I have decided to avoid the January Blues this year. I am making a conscious effort to not get dragged down by the whole dark skies and drizzly mizzle that seems to settle at this time of year. It always does, you know, and the reason I know is that I keep diaries and my entries this week have been almost identical to the entries for the first week in January last year. Nothing changes, you know. Not really. You think it does, but it doesn't.
Anyway, THIS year I hit the ground running positive so to speak, and have been doing lots of walking. You see the world differently when you walk rather than sitting in a car and either a) swearing at other drivers and their selfish driving ways or b) swearing at the radio. The river I walk along on my way to work burst its banks yesterday which means the ducks and swans get to glide into the gardens of the houses that line the riverbank on one side. They look very pleased with themselves, those birds. Like they've gained an extension to their usual housing. And I've noticed a lot of bird song, too. Spring-time birdsong. They are confused, I think, because of the unseasonal warmth. They are already thinking nests and baby making. The plants are confused, too. We have bluebells shooting up in the garden already, and the cobnut tree has put on lots of catkins. And one of my clematis is looking positively verdant.
It is also the season of panic tutoring. Twice today I've had requests for exam tutoring from parents of Year 11 students who have suddenly realised it's the exam season kick off in four months' time. Nothing like leaving it to the last minute. But it happens every year.
And on Saturday, it will be the new craft club kick off! Us girlies, the Inaugural Girls as I call us, keep thinking we ought to give our new club a name. Something witty yet refined and also not too obvious like 'Sew Lovely' or 'Crafty Cats.' So far we are failing to come up with anything suitable. Well, anything suitable that isn't too rude! But it'll happen. I have also booked up for another round of embroidery classes which begin on 23rd January. Love going to embroidery class. It's such a hoot. And educational, of course.
I've been reading funny books, too. Am currently reading 'The Rev Diaries' which is based on the sitcom 'Rev.' I am refusing to look at anything that hints at even a moment of grimness. And this has cheered me up no end...
...my lovely new netbook which has a touch screen and everything! Most impressively it has a 12 hour battery life which means I can tote it around all over the place. I am currently editing 'Night Owls' as I intend to DO SOMETHING with it this year, if only self-publish. And soon I shall start writing the sequel as ideas have been rumbling around inside my head for a goodly week now. In fact, ideas for a sequel of the sequel have also poked their heads out of the creative soup but I've told them to hold their horses a while because I have to work for cold hard cash as well as be a writer, and knit and sew and play with the cat.
So far, then, January has been a Joyuary and not a Dumpuary. Even my sniffy cold has hied itself hither and not made too much of a nuisance of itself, partly I believe to my walking regime and knocking back buckets of lemon and ginger tea.
I hope your 2016 has got off to a positive start, too.