Now The Summer Has Gone
Now The Summer Has Gone … but, hang on, when does that happen?
Up here it never came, then it went away anyway. And then it came back.
Things (and people) not doing what they’re expected to, at the time they’re expected to do them, is the bane of everybody’s life. Including mine.
I’m not being a sad old cynic, a pissed off pessimist, or a bitter realist, when I say that my expectations have lowered considerably. In actual fact, not having expectations has been a route to greater happiness.
When the Expectation Meter sits at zero, every moment tends to be a little bit more special.
And surprising.