And so, in August, I had a coffee-meets-laptop mishap. I wrote in real notebooks flipped upside down. Real notes in green ink. Frank the Laptop went into the shop, where my husband promised the laptop gods didn’t laugh at me. I had words to write, so Truman the Giant Eff-off Desktop was set up on my kitchen table. Since we’ve not so recently moved, there is no longer a wall between my kitchen and my living room, and since we’re…
If we were having coffee these days, it would probably be whipped coffee on a zoom meeting. I’ve tried two of those, zoom meetings. With the camera off. That might defeat the purpose or whatever. But I don’t need to see the size of my pores or feel bad about my chins. A few weeks ago, I might have mentioned that my kid cut my husband’s hair. I suggested that she go from the ends, but what do I know?…
If we were having coffee, I’d ask how’re you doing? I know it’s been a while. Picture this, on Monday. ‘Isla, get dressed, please.’ ‘I hafta finish my toast.’ Good point, go with that. ‘Isla, get dressed now.’ ‘I hafta finish my juice.’ OK, vitamins. ‘Isla, get dressed.’ ‘Well, your hair is either grey, or the color of poo.’ I got nothin’. ‘Mummy, do penguins have a good sense of smell?’ Survey says: maybe. And so began our morning routine…
The TV show Friends started before I left New York and ended when I’d been in Scotland for quite a long time. It was my constant in that period of transition, and others. It eased some third-culture issues, and won me some friends with my Janice impression. I’d sit and count the references to Long Island, when I missed it. It saw me through the deaths of my grandparents, the dissolving of the family I came over here for, and…
I’ve been looking through my recent posts, and noticed we haven’t had a coffee talk in a while, so hi. How are you, really? I’m at the point were I want to blog regularly, however sometimes I lack the headspace to do it, so if we were having coffee, please consider this a clean slate. Like, you know those people who make to-do lists to actually get stuff done? Yeah, I’m not one of those people. But I do try.…
