Birthday on Halloween. Star sign Scorpio. Chinese Year of the Fire Horse. Basically born in disaster mode. Yup, that about sums up my mood this week although the inhaling of furniture paint spray may have contributed to the mental state. Just as I was beginning to feel I was winning the war of independence, someone up there fires a couple of missiles. I sometimes wonder did I do something totally unforgivable in a previous life or is it just the luck of being a short-tempered, catastrophe prone witch.
One of my self-hates is my tendency to bury my head in the ground when dealing with anything financial. I have a maths phobia. As someone who married a spreadsheet nut, I didn’t think I would ever need to understand different types of mortgages or why the Bank of England’s regular fiddle with the interest rate would affect my ability to afford my favourite brand of coffee. Turns out, I should have. My fingers in the ears ‘la la la’ days are long over and now I’m even thinking of changing careers if it means less emotional stress. Money may not buy you happiness but the lack of it is hardly sunshine and puppies either.
If I didn’t enjoy training dogs and making them look beautiful in the grooming room, it would be easy to give something else a go but what? I’m useless with computers so I can’t really go back into the hotel/restaurant trade and to be honest I like to be in bed by 9.30. I could go back to personal fitness but is there still a market for that? I do my private yoga sessions with an online trainer which, let’s face it, is much cheaper and she doesn’t criticise me when I decide to skip a practice. The thing is, I’m reasonably good at what I do and I make my own schedule. I have to admit, looking after everyone else’s dogs whilst they have lovely holidays always makes my summer depressing but as this is the last year I’ll be boarding I’ve told myself to suck it up.
The week wasn’t a complete emotional fall out. My niece and fellow witch arrived to spend a month here whilst lending her genius studies to Queen Mary’s epigenetic labs and our Arry celebrated his 4th birthday. One could argue most German Shepherds would have reached maturity by now but judging by his excitement at a night out at The Great North Wood pub, he’s not ready for adulthood yet. And thanks to the wonderful bar staff , he even got to blow out a candle on a large dog biscuit. It’s funny how singing happy birthday to a dog (or more) can clear away the brain debris for a while and make you think sunshine and slightly too big puppies…..
“Happiness is a warm puppy.” (Charles M. Schulz. Peanuts cartoonist)
Widow plus woofs 