Please sit down for this. I’m not proud of myself right now. Quite the opposite. I come to you, hat in hand, begging forgiveness. I’ve smashed the 11th Commandment to smithereens: I’ve committed blogdultery. I’m not sure how long I’ll be in Scotland, but for the time I’m here I’ve done some work… Read More I’ve been cheating on you with another blog.
Life’s been challenging for Chris and me this past week. Outside forces have been exerting a lot of negative energy, leaving us two anxiety-ridden insomniacs walking around like yawning zombies. The onset of autumn hasn’t helped. Shortening days coupled with cold winds and driving rain don’t improve the mood. But then it’s Scotland,… Read More Daily Scotland: Excursions to Haddington, East Lothian and Dean Village, Edinburgh
Assimilation into Scottish life and culture has been hampered by the obviousness of my American accent. It’s not obnoxiously regional (sorry, fellow countrymen), more News Anchor American. Still. American. I hope it’s my imagination all noise around me stops when I open my mouth, like a space alien has just spoken, causing jaws… Read More Daily Scotland: Accent(uate) the positive.
From January through March or April-ish, Bluestalking exploded with activity like it hadn’t for ages. Then a Big Life Decision came knocking, consuming all my attention. The issue? Should I, or should I not, return to Scotland. The answer, after weeks of torturous back and forth: Yes. Pulling up stakes once again, selling or storing… Read More Och, aye.
Thanks to all who’ve sent notes asking if I’m still alive. Sorry I wasn’t able to reply to all, but I’m popping in to reassure you I haven’t yet left this earthly plane. For some of you, hopefully that’s what you’d hoped to hear. For the rest of you, I know lots of… Read More Yup, still breathing.
Two posts from me in one day. Ah, but they’re very different. Some of you know about my Scotland 2017 story, the uber exciting chance to move there and live with a man I considered a close friend, to marry and work side by side. It didn’t come off as planned, and I’ve… Read More Daily: What forgiveness means
I was literally hundreds of words deep into a blog post on, of all things, patience when I lost it all: every, blessed word. I’d saved it, and was going to read it through one last time in preview mode – my last step before publishing – when it went *poof!* How does… Read More Daily: Self care in the mail.
I can hardly read. My focus just isn’t there. True, I’ve been busy putting up with a series of minor health issues, but it isn’t just that. Most of it’s innocuous stuff; only one detail looms larger. It takes a lot of energy pretending that’s not so. I’m not sleeping well. All day I’m yawning,… Read More Okay, you have my full inattention.
A couple nights ago, the crown on tooth #2 (top right, back molar) popped off again, for the second time in as many weeks. It chose to do so in the evening, after my dentist was closed. Instead of bucking up like a brave little toaster, I ran to my phone and scrolled… Read More I blame it on the Olympics.
Screw April; February is the real Cruelest Month February heard me telling it to sod off. It’s only the 10th, and it’s already wiped the floor with my pasty arse. Hell, so far all of 2018 hates my guts. Yes, I said I wanted an exciting year. But my definition of “exciting” is… Read More Early February check in: Spark & Shelley & Bowie (and abject misery)