I’m kinda sad today. We had to close our trailer today and say good-bye to friends until next spring. It feels weird to say “Have a nice winter” when it’s 70 degrees outside and I am wearing jeans and a t-shirt in October in Wisconsin. It almost seems to early too close, but I know the owner of the campground would totally disagree.
Early this morning I walked around the campground. I hate this day. The campground looks so desolate and bleak. Decks are empty. Lawn decorations are put away. Slide outs are in. It’s sterile. Cold. A ghost town.
It means winter is coming. It means snow and cold. It means winter jackets and mittens. It means scraping vehicle windows to get the frost off when I get out of work. It means not being able to open windows to get fresh air in because it’s 10 degrees outside. It means I can’t look at my beautiful flowers on my deck when I pull in my driveway because my deck is bare.
Seasons change. Maybe I’m changing and maybe so is my writing, but that is another post. Summer changes to fall and fall changes to winter.
Maybe I’m feeling a little bleak. I said I would post on Sundays and Wednesdays, but I really don’t feel like posting today. Nothing I wanted to write about flowed. We are on 10 hours mandatory overtime and it’s kicking my butt. I’m tired and crabby and don’t feel like doing anything except for vegging on the couch. I took a nap today, but I still feel out of sorts. I’m hoping my upcoming trip to Vegas will help get me out of this slump. A whole week off. I can’t tell you when I have taken a whole week off. It’s been a long time. I can sit on a chair in front of a slot machine with a drink in my hand (and normally I don’t drink) and relax. No ringing phone (no calling me except if it’s an emergency), no work, no chores. Just relaxation.
Sorry about my blahness. I’m going to bed. We are still on 10 hours next week. I’m grateful I have a job that pays well, but I just don’t want to work the hours anymore. I want to write and the overtime is totally messing with my schedule. Those two extra hours a day make a big difference and I’m not getting my writing time in.
Yes, I am bringing a notebook to Vegas so I can write.
Good night and have a great day.