Today I woke to gray skies and torrential rain, the sort of day when you just want to burrow back under the warm cosy covers and hibernate; but alas, the joys of work beckoned.
Grey to me is sadness and misery personified. It’s indecisive, as if it’s not sure whether to be black or white, and conjures visions of bleak, grey worlds that have been bleached of all colour. It is a sign of aging- and I’m sure all of you that have suffered the horror and trauma of discovering your first grey hair can relate to that misery!
Even the spelling of the word gives me grief; down under we spell it grey, and although I used gray the first time ( for the link) I couldn’t do it further- spelling is very much my thing and I had to revert to the way I had been taught. ( yes, I may have the title of grammar and spelling police, but I own it with pride!)
Grey doesn’t even make the grade in the cuisinaire rods, learning aids that provide a hands-on way to learn mathematics in primary school. These rods gave me one of the worst school days of my life. I always loved school but when in Grade 1, after having missed a couple of days due to illness I returned to the classroom, I was confronted with a set of equations on the board that made no sense. Yellow plus black =? Pink plus green = ? and so on. I watched, completely mystified as the other students picked up their pencils and proceeded to write down answers. Eventually, almost in tears, I mustered the courage to tell my teacher I had no idea what was going on. She instantly realised I had missed the crucial lesson teaching that the colours represented numbers and gave me a sheet showing one = the white rod and so on…
Happiness bloomed, understanding dawned and colour lit up my world! Two things came from that experience; one I developed an aversion to Maths, and two, I learnt the importance of speaking up when you don’t understand something. I always stressed this to my boys and happily both have always done this.
The only grey that is infused with colour is the book, 50 Shades of Grey, but that is a whole different kettle of fish. It still gives me misery; I can’t believe so many women have thought this a great book – words fail me…
“We all understand the importance of asking for help, but those who achieve big things are the ones who accept it when it’s offered.”