Monday, September 9, 2013
Monday Blues , The Irish do it Best
A few years ago while in Ireland I traveled to Galway to visit one of their antique shops. I had read an article about the shoppe, had called the owner on Saturday to confirm the following Monday hours, gathered my maps, filled my rental with petrol and set off.
On arrival I was quite ticked to find a sign taped to the door of the shoppe which read. "Got the Monday Blues, I'll be in tomorrow"
Today, I know the feeling. See this wonderful bistro like table on our front porch? The one covered with a cutesy sunflower table covering? The one with cheerful fake sunflowers jammed in its middle and real sunflowers thriving just in front of the porch?
Yeah, that's the one. I was going to sit out there every morning this summer and drink my coffee. Then it was going to be every weekend. At least every Sunday. I even strung up several wind chimes to make it a bit more inviting and to remind me of the promise I made myself.
I believe I have sat at that table twice all year.
And thinking of that gave me the Monday Blues. Summer is technically over since the kids are back at school and never mind it was 93 today. The grass is crackly, the garden is toast, the flowers are shriveling up and I choose to spend the majority of my day in front of the computer solidifying my relationship with Quicken, entering dull data.
Yeah, I have the Monday Blues. And there is no guarantee I'll be in tomorrow