64 Depression

64 degrees at 9:30AM does shout to me: Hey, it is a beautiful day to go swimming. Sun also not shining. Overslept morning does not add to my mood. However woke to a couple baker's dozen Morning Glories blooming in my tiny garden.

Most are that deep blue color. Several light blues, one without the darker blue star-shaped stripes and two different shades of pink.

The second week of August is when depression starts creeping in my soul. Think about the days getting shorter and can dreary, dark winter be far behind. Even worse this summer season due to the temperatures that can not seem to hit their usual 80 or so degrees. Lack of morning sunshine is fairly normal 'round here, yet somehow worse this year due to the cold.

Miss the days I lived near the beach and had skates. Morning gloom did not keep me indoors back then. Would head to the beach and stay until sundown, sometimes wearing a sweatshirt, but with shorts on. So many worse tragedies in life. Yet hard to keep the depression at bay. Especially when forced to listen to neighbor's voice.

Home from a walk yesterday heard him in the rear of my apartment which means his voice travels across the courtyard, through a 6" (or more) wall, through my apartment ~ windows/doors closed ~ and through another 6" wall. Hear every word he says as clearly as if I were standing right in front of him. Since that is outside the building, you can imagine how annoying it is when I am inside the apartment.

Chris not home, I get so excited; can open my front door, let some air and light into this dark, dreary apartment. Not for long. Can hear music or television from neighbor who lives on other end of building. Dulled with door closed, way too irritating with it open.