My mother lives on Long Island (My accent changes when I speak to her but that may be another post.) Last week, she said ‘a storm is brewing, but it won’t be as bad as a hurricane.’ Today, I awoke to news reports of the East Coast closing off and shutting down. I got worried. Part of me wanted to be back there (it happens occasionally), stocking up on batteries and board games like everyone else. As a kid, storms…
OK, so. You know where I mentioned that I made a list of things to do before I turned 30, but this blog is not about that list? I’m 31 now. And it still isn’t. However. I’ve been thinking about my life. And where it’s going. How 31 isn’t exactly what I thought it would be when I was 21. Or maybe even 25. Except for the part where I have indeed met a wonderful man who is weird in…
Sarge and I sent a few overseas and faraway invitations on Saturday. We went across the street to the post office, with me actually praying that I wouldn’t drop them. We arrived safely at the post office and with each PAR AVION stamp applied; I dug my nails deeper into his shirt. This was not a metaphor for anything. Or a comment on the fact that we are suddenly more engaged now than before. I was just counting. Really hard.…
Today is Gin & Lemonade’s second birthday. My move from Glasgow to Edinburgh is not so recent any more and I no longer have a cat who thinks she’s a dog. I don’t even have a boyfriend, because he’s now my fiance. A few days after I posted my first blog birthday post, I dumped some coffee on Hemingway and he left me. And then he came back. Since then things have gotten weird and more weird. While I’m still…
Wednesday was the start of Edinburgh’s Festival(s) season. Naturally, Sarge and I left town. We loaded my lap up with the box of wedding invitations, balanced my Dad’s birthday present on top of the box and went down-hill to the train station. Narrowly missing the heels of some tourists along the way. Nipping a tourist is 50 points. (Click here for more on what I think of tourist season, and a little more on how I came to be here.)…
