little things

Ya it's the little things that are usually the roughest aren't they? Small thing in my mind, the leaves changing in Goshen were cool, they were amazing in Elmira, but here not so much. It's not that they are unpretty (word?) but it's more that they are not spectacular. Maybe that's not the worst thing, getting used to spectacular is not the best way to live, in fact it probably sets one up for frustration more often than not. It seems to us if we let the little things get to us, then they get to us. I know that sounds simple or maybe even corny but it is true. If we don't let them get to us, then we're not bothered, sort of like me and brownies. If they're there, I eat them, if they're not I don't remember them and don't eat them. If I'm not bothered then life is easier on the whole. If you have found this confusing count yourself normal, cuz as I write this I'm getting more confused by the sentence. Switching gears a bit, Rebecca and I are involved in a village pantomime this Christmas. For those of you who don't have a clue what I'm on about, it is a like a comical play that local villagers come together to learn and perform, the crowd interacts with the actors/actressess and it pretty much a farce much of the time. sounds fun doesn't it, we're playing ourselves in the story of Alice in Wonderland, that doesn't exactly fit, but ok, it is a panto as they say. Gotta run now, the clock is striking 6:44
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