The weather took a downward turn a few weeks ago and apart from 4 or 5 days of sunshine we've had grey skies and rain for what seems like a very long time.
This is bad news for me since I suffer with SAD or Seasonal Affective Disorder and more than a couple of days of grey skies can send me into a downward spiral that's difficult to climb out of. I'm used to it and I have more patience than I used to and it's usually just a case of waiting for the weather to improve and my mood to lift. It will - it always does.
While waiting I try to work up some enthusiasm for craft work or cooking. This can be hard because when you feel down nothing seems very interesting but I have a strategy that sometimes works. The usual SAD affliction goes like this. I look at some sewing I have planned. The pattern is there, the fabric is there.. almost everything I need is there but the one thing I don't have.. the zip or buttons perhaps will be the excuse to not even begin the project. …
It's been so long I can't actually remember everything that has happened since I last posted. But I will try.
The Olive Harvest came and went, we did very well. but alas the price was 37 cents a kg so our monetary gain was very poor. It is just enough to purchase the swish new cooker I have my eyes on. but this is a slow process. The cooker will be purchased in the UK, delivered to my son who will store it for a while (time unknown?) until his neighbours who have a house in Madrid which they are renovating decide to load up a van full of goodies and drive to Spain. We will then collect the cooker from them in Madrid and bring it home. I feel like it's Little House on the Prairie and I have to await the arrival of the next wagon train west. Patience not being my strong point this is a challenge.
I had planned to get cracking on my Fig Recipe Book which I hope to publish this year but then I was asked to participate in the celebrations for International Women's Da…
We wish her an eternity filled with defrosting chicken in flimsy plastic and lots of slow moving mice.
In the end I used the basket - it reminded me of Inca funerary containers with mummified remains inside.
Her grave marker is also plastic - the wind makes the paw move. When the weather takes its toll and it starts to fall to bits we will recycle it and replace it with a glass or china statue. It’s just that the little happy cat is very much how we felt about her.
The rest of the animals were very aware of the situation and at the end they avoided her, all apart from one. Not her litter mate but a cat we acquired at the same time as her. We allowed him to sniff the body so he knows what happened to her. The only one to come to the internment was Clyde. He followed us up the hill crying. It was fitting.