Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Raindrops on Roses
11:38 am | 
Posted by
Cat |
Why is it that when granted time, time escapes?
For some reason I have an expectation of holidays such that I spend hours a day running through meadows, sipping pineapple juice from a coconut shell on the beach, sleeping under a shaded tree, sailing dreamily down the river, watching the sunlight play on the ripples whilst napping on a gondola on the harbour...
Instead, I have been filing papers, paying bills, organising budgets, washing clothes, dusting and reorganising cupboard space.
Oh how romantic.
Still, it makes me even more appreciative of Christmas day. Some lovely person took me to a lake nearby that I didn't know about. There are some amazing views there and they showed me a few vantage spots. I think I might frequent it a bit more. At least I can say I've done *something* these holoidays so far!!
xxx
For some reason I have an expectation of holidays such that I spend hours a day running through meadows, sipping pineapple juice from a coconut shell on the beach, sleeping under a shaded tree, sailing dreamily down the river, watching the sunlight play on the ripples whilst napping on a gondola on the harbour...
Instead, I have been filing papers, paying bills, organising budgets, washing clothes, dusting and reorganising cupboard space.
Oh how romantic.
Still, it makes me even more appreciative of Christmas day. Some lovely person took me to a lake nearby that I didn't know about. There are some amazing views there and they showed me a few vantage spots. I think I might frequent it a bit more. At least I can say I've done *something* these holoidays so far!!
xxx
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