Sometimes When I’m Morose, I Feel SillyPosted: December 3, 2013
Yesterday I was working on putting away the autumn decorations. After three years, I have finally collected enough fall decor for it to have its own box (I had been putting the autumn and spring decorations together). This meant I could immediately close up the box for our next move. As I carefully packed away the decorations, I realized with a jolt that I did not know where we would be the next time I opened the box. We could be anywhere, I thought to myself, but it most certainly won’t be here in our quirky farmhouse. Such sadness, such nervousness, such moroseness. Blah, blah, blah, deep feelings of melancholy as I put the box into the storage room.
Then a half hour later I found some fall decorations that I forgot to put away. I guess I will be opening the autumn box in our quirky farmhouse after all. What a waste of a perfectly decent bout of gloom.