New job this week, with all the pressures and tribulations. The high hopes competing against new systems, procedures and policies. Not bad just hard.
Our good old people carrier died today. Yes, it's a financial and logistical pain and challenge. But I feel sad, to the point of crying because it has been such a blessing, a great price at the right time. It carried the 8 of us round when everyone was little. Puked and pooped in, fought and cried in laughed and shouted and shouted in. RIP purple slug.
Tonight the Xbox died. Nuff said.
It's that time of the year, Christmas isn't here but the summer is a distant memory.
We feel constrained by the dark nights. Through the spring, summer and early autumn normally we'll be busy outside til 7, 8 or 9 but now we're struggling to get home from school before it's dark.
Arriving home from my dark winter commute I almost inevitably walk into 'something' happening or its aftermath.
My negotiation and conflict resolution skills would make Ban Ki Moon weep with admiration.
Entering the house the steamed up kitchen windows evoke my own childhood, but we are non comparable to the nuclear family I grew up in. We accept conflict, negotiation and challenge as our daily work. Emotions constantly running high linked to events out of our control or jurisdiction.
We all feel caged, restricted and mourn the light.
It's our hardest time of the year, the days are still getting shorter and the hope of spring is a long way off.
We enjoy Christmas, but for Mrs C it is a mountain of work and it holds no great religious significance for us as a family. Though we classify ourselves as believers religious festivals and associated traditions are not part of our journey to or through faith and have held limited meaning to us.
This week on Twitter I read a seasonal faith comment that I'd heard a 100 times over
"the light draws near in the darkness"
But this time it filled me with hope.
Spring will be here soon.