That's all there is....

Just a few more photos from the Public Garden(and one from Newbury Street) in Boston.

The fresh green and blooming atmosphere in the Garden made it feel as if you had stepped into Monet painting at times. The city--besides the throngs at Quincy Market and the Aquarium(the line to purchase tickets to get in was so long, we didn't bother) was kind of quiet, it seemed to me. Maybe the absence of flights coming in from Europe because of the problems with the volcano ash had something to do with it?(still heard lots of different languages there, but interestingly, mostly German this time!) The stores -both low end and upscale--were for the most part empty. A sign of these struggling times.

Of course, I had plans for more of an interesting blog entry earlier in the day, but I am so gosh darn tired today, so this is all I can manage.

Boston and all the walking wiped me out.

Or maybe being 47 and 6 months old is wiping me out.

Standing on my feet all day at work for seven hours is making me feel old and tired.

Also making me feel tired(and a little depressed)-- knowing that my only week long vacation of the entire year is still yet to come(end of July) and feeling like I could certainly use that week right now, and also thinking to myself,

"Is this how I should be living my life? Just little spurts of free time...a day or so(every once in a while--a three day weekend), but then never truly long enough to be entirely free from thoughts of work?"

Kvetch..kvetch...I know. I shouldn't.

Other things in my life are good, including my good health(for the moment, and I am truly grateful for that), great little home and family. Most days I am pretty upbeat and okay with the way things are. They could certainly be far, far worse.

Still...there are those days when you think,
"is that all there is?"