Lorrie’s Blog

Disclaimer: This is not a very happy post, so if you’re in a bad mood, you might not want to read it.

Depression, like Carl Sandburg’s fog, is creeping in on my life on little cat feet. It’s taken me awhile to figure out what it was that I was feeling. I’ve been walking around with this feeling of impending doom, like something wasn’t quite right, like I was forgetting something really important. Have you ever had a bad dream that was so real you couldn’t shake the bad feeling of it even after you were awake? That’s the feeling I’ve had.
(There is more where this came from … )

That’s what the last few days in Indiana have been — a gift from God. Pristine blue skies, just a hint of crispness in the air in the mornings, but warming up beautifully by mid-day, cool evenings, no humidity. I know there are some places in the world where it’s like this all the time and I’m sure those people take it for granted. Since we’re not so weather-privileged here in Hoosier-land, we have to treasure days like this whenever we get the chance. Today — the last day of summer (or is it the first day of fall?) — I spent my lunch hour sitting on a bench by the canal just soaking up the sun. It’s amazing what a beautiful day can do for one’s spirits. I just wish I didn’t hear that little voice in the back of my head saying, “We’re going to pay for this in a few months!” If only I could bottle up the beauty of today and store it away for a cold, snowy day in February. Or maybe we should just pack up and move to California.