Sheep-shaped clouds

This morning when I got into the office after a night of storms thrashing through The City Beneath the Mountain, the rain on my tin roof soothing my awake times, I saw the silver lining on the clouds over there, across toward the mountain which pushes the sun up each morning, literally. Funnily, it was a long-bodied cloud, with a sheep’s head. A sweet, woolly, long-bodied sheep. With a silver lining.

Then I heard a pair of hadedas flap past, shouting hello to the world. I love them. Almost as much as I love donkeys. Their not-so-graceful pre-historic bodies, long beaks and oh-so-very-loud voices are just so, um, African. I am prone to shouting “Hi”, back to them. It gives people a fright sometimes. Especially when I do it in the office.

My point? To apologise for my whinging and griping, and shloomphing around like a teenager these past few weeks. Yes, I’m sad, I’m in a weird kind of limbo, I’m unsure, I’m confused, I’m all-over-the-place BUT I’m okay, I’m still talking, I’m still loved, this story is far from finished. I have plenty to be thankful for, I am far luckier than a lot of people, there are far worse things going on in other people’s lives.

So I’m going to buck up (or, as that Australian guy says: “Harden the fuck up”) and get back to my Pollyanna ways and work things out and find the happiness and the humour in it all and then, things’ll be okay. Won’t they?