Moonspun Spins

For the first time in a long time, maybe ever, I hadn’t felt like blogging that past few days. Albeit, I could use studying for my midterm as an excuse, or the fact that I was writing a couple stories for my job or that there was other work to do. The truth is that I hit that inevitable block. I felt edgy and that I had nothing new to say. And I didn’t feel like putting anything out there for you to read. Sorry!

    The change of season, meaning the fact that in Vermont it’s in the 20’s in the morning, there is ice on the windshield, there was snow the other day and lil moonspun is wearing a hat and mittens to school, has affected me early this year. Usually the darkness in January puts me in a funk. RP gently suggested to me over the weekend that maybe my mild SAD was appearing early. Instead of biting his head off as was my first instinct, I sighed and said I agreed. So I got my happy pills (St. John’s wort)  yesterday.

     Meanwhile at work, I had the audacity to stand up to someone who wants to be able to tell me what to do and can’t.  So when I questioned him telling me to do something I thought unreasonable and pointed out some errors in his logic, he got mad. He got mad, called my Great Boss to complain and then went to our vice president. Baby. All because he wants people to always listen to him and his bombastic rantings. I had an opinion and I expressed it respectfully, he didn’t do the same and acted like a child. Who looks like the asshole now? Right, not me. GB talked to our VP as well and she said she knew that said man was acting like a child. Good.

   Last night I took lil moonspun to her local girl scout Halloween party. One the one hand it was cute, a bunch of brownies dressed up and dancing to the Monster Bash, Ghostbusters, and YMCA. On the other hand when the game of musical chairs nearly came to blows and there seemed to be no clear leadership from the troop leaders (there wer 4-5 troops there), it was depressing. Plus, the costumes were uninspiring. How many Hanna Montanas could you see?

  Lil moonspun, who was dressed up as an autmn fairy, said to me on the way home, “Mama, how come I have to explain always what I am when I dress up? How come other kids don’t know what fairies are? What can’t I win the most original costume contest?”

Because they suck is what I wanted to say. They are too shallow and can’t appreciate real beauty.

  Instead I sighed and said, “I don’t know honey. But I do know that you should dress up in your costume for you first. If you like your costume and it works for you that’s all that should matter.”

  People do suck sometimes, though. Maybe it’s the change of seasons for everyone.