A dull monday

For me, the worst part of this time of year is the darkness of days. This morning the sky is thick and grey and there is also a thin wind blowing that compounds the dismal nature of our weather at this time of year. I can appreciate that autumn has its plusses and that the colours of the dying leaves is wonderful when the sun shines but today is looking like one of those days when nothing seems to smile.
I just got back from a lovely weekend away, having visited my daughter and her husband in their new home. They have upsized quite considerably and although the house is very nice, there are also a plethora of jobs that need to be done and lots of niggling problems that need to be sorted. Some of those fell upon me of course and I was happy to help out with as many as I could. Unfortunately my continued problem with hives broke out again and took the edge off the weekend but that is something that I have to earn to live with.
Moving house is always stressful and i remember very well making a similar upsizing movement when I was about the same age as they are now. The difference being that buy that time we had young kids and the house we moved into was almost derelict, and so i was taking on a monumental task and at the time wondered if i was capable of completing it.
Having a large house and garden is wonderful when you are young an energetic, and fabulous for bringing up children, but as we get older and less energetic, the benefits seem fewer and the problems greater. Now I am happy to live in a relatively small place, in which my study is a few cubic metres of isolation. It is here that I spend most of my time, emerging to eat and to socialise. My needs are simple and as I get older they get simpler still. We do regress towards childhood in so many ways and i don't suppose it will be too long before the only needs that I have will be the very basic ones.