Winter but no wonderland, London flats, a week of social

I am trying to think of something positive about winter.   I guess those of us who live through it, have a lot of time to reflect and do artistic pursuits that we would otherwise not feel so inclined to do in the summer months.   My partner is hoping to publish his writing, a novel and is spending time checking up agents in hope of finding one who will find his work of interest.  I am researching a topic of the ancient world the historical past of the British, particularly the north to entwine in a novel.   I am sure if we had other things to think about we would not be as focused and trying so hard to work at these endeavours.   I think the themes I have for this book have been in my life for a long time.  They are of an emotional nature and a spiritual also.  

At times you feel akin to Dr. Zhivago stuck in the ice of Varykino,  in the Russian Urals.
I think the people of our generation have a mystic love of Russia and India thanks to Pasternak, the Russian poet, and to the Beatles their Yogi they followed and his town near the Ganges in Northern India.   The Baby Boomers,  ancient left overs from the sixties,  a strange and mystic lot.   I still have this desire to put Indian rugs in red on my floors and velvet curtains on the wall.   We can never watch that film or listen to the Magical Mystery Tour or the Stones, Circus album or Ravi Shankar and not think of those times.   I guess that  is the romance of youth that still flows through us like a ribbon of once lived life.  I guess that is the ones who had enough romance in there lives to appreciate it.

London a wonderful and busy city of now 12 million, is one of the most  financially crippling to live
in for most people unless you have a professional job.  My offspring and his partner got to look at a flat in the building,  near where in they live and, was perfect for their lifestyle, the one they have now is a bit on the small side.  The unfortunate part is the rent which would add another 5,000 pounds onto their costs which they are just managing.   It is so unfair for them to know it is available let alone look at the lovely flat.   Life is cruel when you are young and trying to achieve your dreams.

I am about to have a busy week.   I have a dinner on Feb. 1st.  Some friends of a shop, I worked in, get together at our favourite Indian restaurant and have a meal.   It is loud, fun and we all enjoy it.   I asked another friend who is also going to come along.

Then on Thursday, a friend of my offspring is going to have a small concert to showcase her first CD.   A shy person who has had an unusual upbringing with two talented parents.  She has managed to use  her musical talent to write clever songs.   It should be an interesting evening.   My partner and I have watched  this young talent come along.

The evening should be a minor triumph and hopefully, the first of a long and satisfying career.