‘If you need me, I’ll be in the bath with my goggles on,’ said my newly minted six-year-old, over the weekend. June is a pretty big month for us around here, but I think life lately can be summed up in that sentence. We celebrate how and where we can. And even though it’s June, the weather has turned October-ish, so socially-distanced cupcakes outside get rained out, or cut short. More on that later. Before Isla’s birthday there was our…
This week, I spoke to someone. On the phone. Someone not related to me. Someone not married to me, on his weekly trip to the supermarket, using one of my scarves as a mask. Every year, without fail, people buy me scarves. I don’t wear them. They collect, and possibly multiply in my closet. But I don’t wear them. These days, my husband wears one (with penguins on it) to go to the supermarket. He calls me to tell me…
I was counting the days, then I lost count. Staying home isn’t new to me, but when we moved here, I imagined having a birthday cake at my favorite bakery, going to the bookstore and then taking the kid to the zoo. Perfect day, complete with people-watching. But this year, everyone’s at home or should be. What day is it? One day last week, it was my birthday. The night before Isla was in her blanket fort, drawing. ‘Nothing to…
I’ve reached two weeks in the house. Hi. How are we all? In between watching my kid do yoga (I’m jealous of her calm) and washing my hands, I’ve been writing down my thoughts. And if you read me for the life updates, I’ve been um, upgraded since this interesting mishap. Honestly, when we moved back to Edinburgh, I imagined a little more social and less social distancing. But here we are. For my part, here’s a little list I…
And so, Isla is nearly two. I’m finding this harder to deal with than last year. But I’m hoping she’ll let me share her cake. That’ll help, yeah? In related news, Neil and I recently celebrated three years of marriage with a seafood dinner and the same message he’s been writing in all my cards for nearly seven years. And just so he knows: You’re welcome, Dude. The pleasure (and heartburn) is all mine. In my absence from blogging, there’s…
