Moonstruck

I was having coffee this morning in my usual haunt and I actually wrote to you while I was in there, literally pen on paper, something I haven't done for a long time.  But, 99% of it was pretty negative, you know how I've been feeling lately.  So, I'm not going to tell you what I wrote because it was more of the same, I thought I might be depressed but if I wasn't before, I would be after I read that festival of wallow and so would you be.  So let's scrap that, shall we?

The part from this morning that I will tell you is that from Friday, I am off for seventeen days, seventeen whole days Col, it's my favourite part of the year.  It's only Saturday and I've had twenty hours of sleep so far....absolute bliss, feel a tiny bit better already.  I can just about see a tiny bit of human beneath the boulders.

Monday will be my birthday, as you know, but what you may not know is that there will be an eclipse too.  An eclipse on my birthday Col!  I mean... how often does that happen?  (I know that someone could do the maths but you get my drift, surely it has to mean something right?)  I've been praying for change and for help, for direction, for months now.  I have a lot riding on the Universe and this eclipse.  It's not that I think I'm more deserving than anyone else, and God knows there are horrendous things happening on planet Earth, it's just been a tough year, and I'm selfish and desperate for a bright side.

Jan came over unexpectedly this afternoon which was lovely.  We speak almost daily but she hasn't been over for ages so I got to show her how much progress I've made in the box room and show her the new bookcase and all of the organising I've accomplished.  As usual, when Jan sets foot in the box room, she cannot help herself and so she stands, peeling the old wallpaper off the walls, even though I tell her to stop, she doesn't and so the wallpaper of my early years is exposed, along with a gigantic substantial crack in the wall, which Jan assures me is fine and just needs some plaster.  Have to tell you that for the past several years, she's promised that she and hubby will decorate the box room for me so she kind of has carte blanche to peel away at will.  Do feel like we're approaching it actually being decorated though. (Slightly worried about gigantic crack in wall.)

So it's Saturday night and I'm watching one of my favourite films; Moonstruck.  I'm sitting here wishing that I was Italian because from what I can gather, Italians are honest and vocal and passionate and speak from the heart.  God, to be able to speak honestly from the heart, can you imagine the time it would save?  Moonstruck will be followed by As Good As It Gets, another of my favourites.

So ready for the eclipse.  So ready.