on perky cups and blue skies

When you feel stuck, for most parts of the days, weeks you just want to scream in frustration, at least the arriving of very blue skies and a couple of perky coffee - tea cups to bright up those overwhelmingly dreary, pointless trapped-in-office-with-mindless-tasks parts of the weeks.

Now and then good stuff happens, now and then they don't. Then at least having a perky, quirky cup to drown your sorrows in tea with does come handy.

The two cups for self come from the fact that a) couldn't chose just one colour, b) my days consist of having to make do with whatever room's available - constantly moving, really not producing anything important nor using any skills I'm desperately wanting to use - , hence I need one cup in one building and one to move around with (but will they be able to live separate lives?).

I'm also gobsmacked, dumstrucked that (some) people seem to think that just because you love doing things and offer to equals you offer your time, unique knowledge, work for free. It's different when willingly helping and doing favours for friends, family, good causes, it's so not alright by any standards that random people think and act in such manners. Shameful.

So as not to be sucked into a vortex of misery, complete grump and despair, I look at the blue skies, let the early spring sun gently warm my sunstarved face, enjoy my perky ceramic friends, their contents and hold on to the thought that these gaunt times too shall pass.