Sunday Blues

I am feeling a little tragic tonight - no real reason, just tired and flat I think.  Maybe I will feel better after a good sleep - sure hope so.  Actually I tried to have a good sleep this afternoon - I feel asleep in my chair after a vigorous day of cleaning up the disaster of a back yard that I currently loathe.

It was not a good sleep, my poor head kept falling off my neck, and waking me, and that is less comfy than it sounds funny.

I had a very brief visit from my beautiful daughter overnight.  She flew in in the afternoon, from Melbourne, and left early this morning to drive to Orange, in New South Wales, to teach for a week.  

Happy Fathers Day to all the Australian Dads.  Don't know how my husband feels about FD without girls around - I know that I found Mothers Day to be a bit of a loss.  

Like all the holidays, I guess that commercialism has built these days up, to be huge in our minds - and if we don't live up to the dream, then we are not doing it right!!  I love Christmas, but am always beset with fear for the weeks leading up to it, that it won't be what people need of Christmas - and WHY do I feel that I am responsible for Christmas anyway????

Beats me!

So no arty fun this weekend - there is a pile of goodies that need to be completed and sent off VERY soon, but none of them got touched.  Why does LIFE interfere with ART on such a regular basis?

That beats me too!!

Okay next post will be more cheery and will sport photographs of something - I swear!