Me-Now-Views; Less Speak More Peek

We reach the final of the focus on theme days over at TAKE bloggy. Last but not at least, are the offerings from SUNdays and MOONdays (the last Sunday of each month).

Menowerit; deep breathing

Am a bit 'over' 2017. It began with some edginess to it which challenged; it challenged my philosophy, it challenged my personality, it challenged my pocket. Probably, it is fair to say, the latter point was a major part of the challenge to the other two. (That, and a couple of very, very difficult people.) It continued to do this right up until last week. There is an uncanny fluttering in my nether regions, that there is more of the same pending.

However, I'm still breathing, albeit a little heavier, a little deeper. Could be asthma, but am fairly certain it's the psycheffects!

Just have to keep reciting my mantra. "IT DOESN'T MATTER!"

Nothing really matters, when all is said and done. Only so much as we attach to 'the matter', does it matter to us. Yes, being without hot running water for a week might be inconvenient, but it wasn't the end of things. A boiled kettle and a bucket were still more luxury than many have in this world. Now the hot water is back (and the heating, with it), I feel rather indulgent. Pampered. That doesn't mean I am ungrateful for the luxury. Only that some perspective was restored when it was absent.

It can be difficult at times, though, to not feel a wee tad persecuted by 'the world'. Take the Christmas sendings. I made a big effort two weeks back, all in one day, to get all my mail and parcels done. The e-card was created and sent out and that, at least, I know to have arrived at the quite large number of addresses. In Gmail, the 'daemon' sends back what can't go and does so very hastily.

With snail mail, though, it is not so straightforward. Let me say, it is not that one looks for acknowledgement - even I don't necessarily always tell folks their card has arrived. However, to discover that ten days after posting things have not arrived - well that is disconcerting. What do we pay the postage for? Yes, it's Christmas and Hanukkah and Kwanzaa and New Year and the snails can only go at a slow maximum speed; but really? Sigh.

Meanwhile, let me say a collective 'thank you' to all who have sent/posted to the Hutch. Your thoughts and wishes are appreciated and they brighten that little corner of gloom which lingers despite all my best efforts!

MenoSundays; Life Lived Lovingly

Last two weeks have had less than traditional sounds for Advent; let's get a bit more authentic now!