A merry (and nearly late) Imbolc to all :)
Or St Brigid's day, whichever you prefer. In the modern Irish Calendar, Imbolc is variously known as the Feast of Saint Brigid (Secondary Patron of Ireland), Lá Fhéile Bríde, and Lá Feabhra - the first day of Spring.
I have to say it certainly feels like the beginnings of Spring here - the daffodil sprouts are over two inches tall and the air has that smell of change upon it. It feels strange because we didn't really have any Winter here to speak of, in fact I don't think we had even a hard frost. I've seen Ladybirds in the garden and ... cringe ... the spiders are back (unfortunately!). We had a HUGE fellow lurch drunkenly into our living room, presumably having clambered down our unused chimney. I felt quite sorry as Mr Rune squished him - he was obviously still half asleep and no doubt wondering why the fark he was awake at all :)
Anyhoo, I'm still in limbo of sorts - I've applied for a couple of jobs, one I don't want and one I REALLY want and of course that's the one I'm unlikely to get! It's in a children's home and although it's not the position that I want it could lead to it. The nursery I temp at are talking about availing of my services more often also. I know it's difficult trying to fit in with my hours and the needs of my own kids, but the nursery are trying hard to find a niche for me, which is really nice and makes me feel wanted :)
I'm Emo-gal at the moment - my friend next door is suffering from heart failure and the prognosis for her isn't good. I could rant here about hospital neglect and how the NHS is a fookin' ASS, but that won't do her or me any good. She told me she's trying not to think too hard about things, 'cause looking death in the face is the ultimate buzz-kill. She could have ten years or ten days. What the hell do you do? She's too fucking good and too fucking young to die, but saying as how god appears to have given up on the whole damn Human race, I'm not expecting any miracles.
Anyhoo, no good complaining, is there? Love and blessings to y'all - take care of yourselves ;)
I have to say it certainly feels like the beginnings of Spring here - the daffodil sprouts are over two inches tall and the air has that smell of change upon it. It feels strange because we didn't really have any Winter here to speak of, in fact I don't think we had even a hard frost. I've seen Ladybirds in the garden and ... cringe ... the spiders are back (unfortunately!). We had a HUGE fellow lurch drunkenly into our living room, presumably having clambered down our unused chimney. I felt quite sorry as Mr Rune squished him - he was obviously still half asleep and no doubt wondering why the fark he was awake at all :)
Anyhoo, I'm still in limbo of sorts - I've applied for a couple of jobs, one I don't want and one I REALLY want and of course that's the one I'm unlikely to get! It's in a children's home and although it's not the position that I want it could lead to it. The nursery I temp at are talking about availing of my services more often also. I know it's difficult trying to fit in with my hours and the needs of my own kids, but the nursery are trying hard to find a niche for me, which is really nice and makes me feel wanted :)
I'm Emo-gal at the moment - my friend next door is suffering from heart failure and the prognosis for her isn't good. I could rant here about hospital neglect and how the NHS is a fookin' ASS, but that won't do her or me any good. She told me she's trying not to think too hard about things, 'cause looking death in the face is the ultimate buzz-kill. She could have ten years or ten days. What the hell do you do? She's too fucking good and too fucking young to die, but saying as how god appears to have given up on the whole damn Human race, I'm not expecting any miracles.
Anyhoo, no good complaining, is there? Love and blessings to y'all - take care of yourselves ;)