I’m sorry if the theme song from Sesame Street is stuck in your head, but I couldn’t help but sing it when I saw this landscape greeting me on my way to work this morning. But Nature is a fickle thing….five minutes after I passed under this skyline the black clouds fought back and the snow flakes liberally spilled onto the ground. Welcome to November!
The subject line of this post was always one of my favorites of my mom’s strange sayings. Whenever she was feeling under the weather or she was just exhausted she would pull out this beauty so we knew her true state of mind.
Yesterday and today I really empathized with this statement and its underlying feeling. I feel like I have lost my mojo. I’m sure it is nothing more than a case of the November blahs but getting out of bed the last two mornings has been a struggle. The bleak grey landscape and bare branches hold no promise of those sunny, warm days that are a thing of the past. I may regret typing this next string of words but I really can’t wait for the ground to be blanketed with snow. That is a bold statement taunting the God of weather since this was the view from my living room last winter!
At least that fresh fallen snow is beautiful to look at and, if nothing else, it makes my dog extremely happy which, in turn, makes me happy.
In the interim, if anyone has seen my “get-up-and-go” could you please send it home to me? It’s time to kick November’s arse and I could use the back-up!