Blue Monday

“I wish I’d had the camera… it’d have been well worth a video.” I could, at least, be grateful for small mercies. The chill seeped into my underwear. My son was almost doubled up laughing. And laughing… “What are the chances?”

What are the chances indeed of walking past the stretched canvas of the gazebo at the exact moment the breeze should lift it, emptying the entire, gelid contents of snow-melt right on your head. And with an audience too.

To add insult to injury, I was wearing waterproofs. Trouble is, they are designed to stop water penetrating through the fabric and do little to stop several gallons of the stuff going down your neck. The outside of the coat was still relatively dry…everything on the inside was soaking up the frozen cascade, including me. And rapidly turning blue.

My reflection in the window, the current wild hair unusually flattened, looked a soggy, sorry state.

You could just tell it was Monday Morning.

Not that Mondays have any particular relevance any more… my duties take me to work every day of the week and every day… unless I have taken time off… the alarm clock drags me out of bed at some ungodly hour; early enough to shower, walk the dog and do some work before the world wakes.

I grumble about it a lot. I believe it is obligatory.

The thing is, when I think abut it, I have been getting up early since I started work as a window dresser at sixteen. They were very early mornings so we could travel around the country and still have the day to dress the windows of farflung shops. Even worse, when the boys were small I would choose to get up early every day, enjoying the quiet that allowed me to do the housework and prepare meals before they were up and thus have my day free to play with them. Sometimes I’d even get to read for a bit.

Even now I usually wake at the same time when I’m away. I certainly don’t grumble then, as once again it extends my day and allows me to do things I might not otherwise have time for.

The difference? In a word, choice. What we do through choice is always completely different from what we endure through obligation. Even if it is exactly the same thing. The difference lies not in the act or the situation, but in the state of mind.

Being still Monday, my son has just exploded his dinner. (I made no reference to his laughter and the popular conception of Karma). He and his kitchen require rescuing from a rampant lamb casserole. I also need to have a quiet word as his opening gambit when he called was unusual to say the least.

“I think I’m pregnant…”
“….?”
“…I have a craving for orange juice.”
So I’ll be calling at the shop on the way…

Later…
The rapacious casserole had run wild. By the time I had re-hung my curtains for Ani’s peace of mind (passers-by are not her thing…) and driven through the traffic of school closing time, the tomato-rich sauce had welded itself to the kitchen and soaked into the cream carpet in the hall. It had reached higher than I can without a ladder…

I delivered the orange juice and replacement meal I’d been asked to pick up, but that was consigned to the bin, being dry and tasteless, along with the mug I broke whilst perched precariously on the kitchen worktop hunting the elusive splatters of lamb. I made him a sandwich instead… filled with crisp and crunchy things and his favourite fresh chillis.

For some reason he was laughing quietly to himself. When asked for an explanation, he grinned and asked if I’d told my other son about the gazebo… Eight hours later, he was still laughing….

I left him to it. It seemed the right thing to do…

Halfway home the tiredness had got to me… I rubbed my eyes absently as I drove… and was forcibly reminded I had just cut fresh chilli peppers…

Yep. It was definitely Monday.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue  passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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62 Responses to Blue Monday

  1. Some days, you just can’t catch a break 🙂

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  2. Ritu's avatar Ritu says:

    Oh bless you Sue!

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  3. Bun Karyudo's avatar BunKaryudo says:

    I couldn’t agree with you more about the importance of choice. Being forced to endure without any choice in the matter just brings despair and despondency.

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  4. Tomorrow’s just another day.

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  5. 😫 Poor Sue, and chilli eyes to crown the day. Things can only get wetter, I mean better! Have a good one x

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  6. You’ve made it a fun Monday

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  7. Adele Marie's avatar adeleulnais says:

    -Brews you a lovely cup of coffee and puts a plate of freshly baked scones in front of you with butter and jam at the ready.-

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  8. You had your own Blue Monday then. Hope today is better. Must admit, I did have a chuckle though (I rubbed my eyes after using a vapour rub, so can sympathise)

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  9. Jaye Marie & Anita Dawes's avatar jenanita01 says:

    You make everything sound hilarious, but I bet the chilli in the eyes wasn’t a bit funny…

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  10. Mary Smith's avatar Mary Smith says:

    Ouch! Odd isn’t it how once a day starts off so badly it continues in the same way? I do hope today goes better.

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  11. That’s definitely a Monday. Hopefully Tuesday is better. Still cringing about the chili peppers. Did that with onions once, but their probably nothing compared to that.

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  12. I’m laughing out loud…still!

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  13. Some days !! That sneaky assault from the chili peppers…caps it all off. Been there, done that. At least you had material for a very funny post; sometimes, all you can do is laugh ! Thanks,Sue. Hope today is going better for you. ☺

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  14. macjam47's avatar macjam47 says:

    Oh my goodness, Sue. What a day you had. It’s the kind of day I’d like to go back to bed and then start all over, hopefully with less trauma. Hugs, my friend.

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  15. What a day. At least you have a sense of humor about it – a good choice 🙂 Hopefully Tuesday was less eventful!

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  16. Eliza Waters's avatar Eliza Waters says:

    Oh, God, what a day. Sorry to hear it was such a trial. I didn’t know that lamb explodes – no wonder I don’t cook it. 😉

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  17. What a start to the week Sue…I can only hope it improves as it goes along 🙂

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  18. You should have a film crew following you about. It’d be fun to watch! 😂😂

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  19. Well, it’s Thursday. I hope your Monday events didn’t set the tone for the week, though it’s hard to imagine things looking up too soon after the chili in the eyes incident 😉

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