Eeyore, the old grey Donkey, stood by the side of the stream, and looked at himself in the water.
“Pathetic,” he said. “That’s what it is. Pathetic.”
He turned and walked slowly down the stream for twenty yards, splashed across it, and walked slowly back on the other side. Then he looked at himself in the water again.
“As I thought,” he said. “No better from THIS side. But nobody minds. Nobody cares. Pathetic, that’s what it is.”
There was a crackling noise in the bracken behind him, and out came Pooh.
“Good morning, Eeyore,” said Pooh.
“Good morning, Pooh Bear,” said Eeyore gloomily. “If it IS a good morning,” he said. “Which I doubt,” said he.
“Why, what’s the matter?”
“Nothing, Pooh Bear, nothing. We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.”
“Can’t all WHAT?” said Pooh, rubbing his nose.
“Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush. ...I’m not complaining, but There It Is.”
I'm having an Eeyore kind of start to the week. I am languishing in a still pond of apathy. I am weary of this summer heat and humidity. It has sapped me of all energy and enthusiasm. BUT -- a pond has limited boundaries. and so does this float in the doldrums.
The autumnal equinox is but 32 days away. But if one is more anxious to kick this summer to the curb, you may join me in doing so in just TWELVE days. Meteorological autumn begins on September 1.
Cue up the freshening breezes, vibrant colours, and crisp mornings. Change is a-coming.
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