And so, over the weekend the fam and I went on road-trip to celebrate Neil’s birthday and to mark my 25th year in Scotland. More about that later. Our car is still in the garage after the last road-trip, so we piled into our red replacement and went in search of seafood. The music in the car was CD 3 of our wedding mix. The music that played during the cocktail hour. Did I mention we missed our own reception?…
And so, I found myself with some alone time this weekend. And I had PLANS, you guys. I moved my laptop into the living room where I planned to write while watching television and eating Doritos for breakfast. Neil was playing in a Go tournament (which he still insists isn’t actually chess), and Isla was spending the day at my Dad’s. Everyone thought I needed kid-free, husband-free time, so I found myself tooling about the house on my own at…
Since I’ve decided to tell it like it is about my life with a disability, I thought I might write a post spelling out my perspective of what disability actually is. This is not a general post on all disabilities. I’m aware that there are visible and invisible ones. I can only speak from my own experience as a wheelchair-user. Over the weekend, the fam and I went to a bookshop. There was a steep, but useable ramp to get…
Over the weekend, the fam and I did an experiment. We tried a road-trip to Inverness without the added interestingness of staying overnight somewhere. Our experiment garnered varying results. You knew that, right? Stick with me. It takes about two and a half hours to get to the thriving metropolis of Inverness from here. I put my morning coffee in my giant turquoise Starbucks travel mug and we piled in the car. Now. I have always encouraged Isla to be…
Isla looked at my face this morning and asked a very maybe wise beyond her years/obvious/ simple question: Mummy, why don’t you sleep at night? What could I say? Because I’m cold, Because I’m reading, Because I’m hungry, Because I feel crowded, Because I feel alone, Because I think too much, Because it’s too quiet. Are you breathing? Have I done enough? How old am I? How old are you? Shit. Because I’m crafting complicated sentences. Fuck it. What time…
