Changing a habit

I was going to start this post by asking a question: Do you think it gets harder to change a habit as you get older? Then I decided this was a no-brainer (well, you did it anyway, sez she).

The thing is, my habit has been to bath in the morning. Lying in the water for a few minutes, I found, allowed my mind to float. Often good ideas, new thoughts or inspirations, would drift to the surface. Now, however, I don't to get up and going quickly and don't really have the time to do this. So I decided to change my bath time to the evening. (And yes, in case you're wondering, I do take showers from time to time. I just don't find them so relaxing, more like refreshing and stimulating.)

Years ago, when our children were little -- we only had the three then -- I did the same switch. No problem at all. At the time, the bedroom of the smallish house we'd built only had a shower, so I'd trek down the passage to the children's bathroom for my soak. I especially remember Sunday nights, taking my radio in there to listen to 'Lloyd let loose'. David Lloyd, bless him, was one of those announcers with a soothing, intimate voice who chose music I always enjoyed. Ah, how relaxing was that! Although, I can still see the psychedelic wallpaper in front of my eyes: pink and purple swirls, girls!! It was the Seventies after all.

But I'm not finding the change easy and revert every now and then. This means I have to woosh through the bathwater, which kind of takes the pleasure out of the experience. Nevertheless, I'll persevere and hope to change this habit... except maybe on the weekends.

This time of the year

This is what I call the Theresa time of year because I tend to find myself singing 'The summer is over, Theresa.'

Yes, my head is crammed full of old pop songs, going right back to the old ones my Dad used to sing. Some of these were silly, like 'Yes! We have no bananas!' I think I inherited the ability to remember the words from him. What a pity I didn't rather inherit his ability to memorize poems!

However, one of my best remembered images of him has to do with the last time he went out before he died at the age of 97. He got himself ready and shuffled down the long passage from his bedroom singing 'On the Sunny Side of the Street.' In a way, this summed up his life-philosophy and showed his courage and indomitable spirit. Although his name was Fergus, his close family members always called him 'Sonny'. I think the sound of that was appropriate.

Anyhow, now that the summer stupor is fading and I'm beginning to feel the new energy that crisp mornings and cooler nights bring, I'm ready to pick up the blog again. Right now, my intention is to get to it more regularly. Time will tell, folks!

Colour faves

I think I wrote before that I don't really have a favourite colour as such. However, when it comes to clothing I've noticed I go through phases and that means my wardrobe undergoes a gradual metamorphosis. There is one colour that I very seldom wear, and that's black. Instead, I do brown and taupe for the neutrals, with a bit of beige and white of course.

But when it comes to real colour... well, a few months ago, I was drawn to purple and mauve. Yes, you read that correctly! I bought purple jeans, and a magenta mac and have enjoyed wearing them a lot. Maybe this was a carry-over from last summer I was quite into mauve. Recently, though, my choices have lightened to blue.

I'm not reading anything deep into this, simply observing! But I have to wonder how this works for others. How about you?

This will be my last post for a while, seeing as we're heading into the wild blue yonder of summer. I hope and plan to catch you in the fall.