I'm down in the dumps but, oddly, do want to blog. But, my mood does not bode well for any chirky posts, so what to write? Well, it just dawned on me: fight fire with fire.
I was just trying to organize some of the many digital pictures here on my computer: putting the "loose" ones into their appropriate folders. So, in the spirit of bah-humbug, I am going to post all the depressing pictures I can find amongst the "loose" ones. (All 1,137 of 'em. Really. I just counted.)
First, I'm gonna run out and do nighttime chores, though. Be back in a sec'.
Okay, here goes:
Depressing: I was supposed to get Tom's passport renewal off ages ago. Now, I don't even know where his passport is. It was somewhere . . . here . . . on my desk . . . . (Nice mugshot, eh?)
Depressing: This fabric pie carrier was made for me by a dear, now-departed woman. After it carried this pie, Maisy smelled the apple pie ooze on it, pulled it out of the laundry, and chewed it beyond repair.
Depressing: During the Christmas snowstorm, our back-up plow truck's (and only other truck) transmission hemorrhaged. Now we have no back-up plow truck . . . nor any other truck with which to pull the main truck out if it gets stuck.
Depressing: This was the morning harvest from ONE night's worth of garden slugs who commited Harry Carry in the cheap beer I'd set out for just that purpose. September '09.
Depressing: While hurrying to get ready for one of the Christmas art festivals, I lit my finger on fire while starting the woodstove. What the . . . ?!
Depressing: This is how big my broccoli got this past summer.
Depressing: This is the big, beautiful pond I always dreamed of. It doesn't hold water.
Depressing: To enjoy the outdoors during the summer here, a bug shirt & being covered head-to-toe, no matter the temperature, is required.
And, one final depressing note to end this depressing day . . . .
Depressing: Thinking the huge, 4' square pile of ashes you shoveled out of the wood furnace a couple of days ago are cool . . . and then placing the large in-ground, animal-grade "pond" (that you just bought for the ducks & geese and hauled 3 hours home from Menards) over it in order to keep the ashes from flying around in the high winds. And then going out in the morning & realizing that those ashes weren't so cold, after all.