It is beautiful out.
Despite the depressing work situation, it is positively gorgeous in the world outside. Daffodils, sunshine and the twinkling sound of song birds.
I drove to Perth the other day. It's just over an hour straight north - drive over the firth (one of the biggest suspension bridges in the world), through the Kingdom of Fife, and hang a right at Birnham Wood - the very forest of Macbethian fame.
It was freaking awesome. There were pheasants at the side of the road and mist was blanketing the hills.
Part of me aches for wilderness. I cannot wait to have a few days off at Easter for grass lounging, sea watching and all manner of non-city-ish past times.
In other news: T-minus 3 days until Swedenborg!
22 March 2009
14 March 2009
Sprung
Spring has landed.
Which means two things:
1, my work life is hella mad
2, my spirits and personal life is blossoming with the weather
I think this can be best summerised in today:
Wake up to sunshine at 9am
Liam is having brunch with a friend, so I putter about and do some intensive (for me) WiiFit yoga and boxing action
Take a leisurely shower
Log in remotely to the office and work solidly for almost 4 hours. On a saturday. When it's sunny. And I've already done the chores.
Liam comes home, we have lunch while chipping away at the massive edward gorey puzzle I got him for his birthday - it's been taking up the dining room table for almost a month.
I go for a huge long walk, chai tea latte in my mittened hand, up to the meadows for sunshine and a view of the hills.
Saunter back through town, the main thoroughfare is under construction, so am detoured through the gardens (nee moat) beneath the castle. The daffodils are out, the floral clock is done up and generally the city is waking up to the prospect of daylight for more than 5 hours at a time.
It's fucking amazing.
I always forget how much spring matters. The light, the weather. It's one thing to not wake up groggy and need less vitamins. It's entirely another to regain my libido and ability to do anything more active than lay down. Hallelujah! (Maybe we really should move to Austin.)
Which means two things:
1, my work life is hella mad
2, my spirits and personal life is blossoming with the weather
I think this can be best summerised in today:
Wake up to sunshine at 9am
Liam is having brunch with a friend, so I putter about and do some intensive (for me) WiiFit yoga and boxing action
Take a leisurely shower
Log in remotely to the office and work solidly for almost 4 hours. On a saturday. When it's sunny. And I've already done the chores.
Liam comes home, we have lunch while chipping away at the massive edward gorey puzzle I got him for his birthday - it's been taking up the dining room table for almost a month.
I go for a huge long walk, chai tea latte in my mittened hand, up to the meadows for sunshine and a view of the hills.
Saunter back through town, the main thoroughfare is under construction, so am detoured through the gardens (nee moat) beneath the castle. The daffodils are out, the floral clock is done up and generally the city is waking up to the prospect of daylight for more than 5 hours at a time.
It's fucking amazing.
I always forget how much spring matters. The light, the weather. It's one thing to not wake up groggy and need less vitamins. It's entirely another to regain my libido and ability to do anything more active than lay down. Hallelujah! (Maybe we really should move to Austin.)
07 March 2009
catch up
It's been a while.
Sorry about that. Sometimes I'm so busy trying to survive (or possibly forget) I don't really bother to reflect or report.
Let's review February's highlights:
- I visted my folks for a week. It was pretty much steak, pizza, movies, random philosophical chat, even more random tv and bucket loads of nothing. It was so great.
- while in dear old Okemos, I also had my cousin over for a sleepover. We watched a High School musical knock off about show choir on Nickelodeon. It was hilarious and yet heart warming.
- I also turned 27. I am in my late 20s, which doesn't matter to anyone in my world, since they are all 45 or 15, but it's somehow a bigger thing that the last few have been. To celebrate, my dad took me to the bar and we talked about things. It was really unremarkable and somehow exactly perfect.
- a week back in, the stress and madness are like I never left. I managed to miss out on a lot of drama (it was even in the press) and now I'm playing mad catch up and trying not to burn out.
- but Thursday, was great. In case you live under a rock (read: not professionally involved in childhood literacy) it was World Book Day. A fantastic holiday with very very low expectations. I was the guest speaker at the local dual campus boarding school. I kid you not- girls school, boys school, blazers, head teachers in tweed everything St Trinians and Enid Blyton taught you to wish for. I gave a lecture at both schools to the entirety of their freshman class then MC'ed a book award ceremony after school. I did not stay for their rendition of Merchant of Venice. It was adorable and exhausting. I have never had so much respect for teachers - and never been so disappointed in adults playing up to the stereotypes of single sex education. But, i seem to have gathered a fan club (one kid even asked me for a job after), and it was all happy disney in the end. yay.
So today I'm doing laundry, washing my hair and unpacking the last few boxes to remind myself I have a normal everyday life I've been neglecting of late. It's really quite refreshing.
Sorry about that. Sometimes I'm so busy trying to survive (or possibly forget) I don't really bother to reflect or report.
Let's review February's highlights:
- I visted my folks for a week. It was pretty much steak, pizza, movies, random philosophical chat, even more random tv and bucket loads of nothing. It was so great.
- while in dear old Okemos, I also had my cousin over for a sleepover. We watched a High School musical knock off about show choir on Nickelodeon. It was hilarious and yet heart warming.
- I also turned 27. I am in my late 20s, which doesn't matter to anyone in my world, since they are all 45 or 15, but it's somehow a bigger thing that the last few have been. To celebrate, my dad took me to the bar and we talked about things. It was really unremarkable and somehow exactly perfect.
- a week back in, the stress and madness are like I never left. I managed to miss out on a lot of drama (it was even in the press) and now I'm playing mad catch up and trying not to burn out.
- but Thursday, was great. In case you live under a rock (read: not professionally involved in childhood literacy) it was World Book Day. A fantastic holiday with very very low expectations. I was the guest speaker at the local dual campus boarding school. I kid you not- girls school, boys school, blazers, head teachers in tweed everything St Trinians and Enid Blyton taught you to wish for. I gave a lecture at both schools to the entirety of their freshman class then MC'ed a book award ceremony after school. I did not stay for their rendition of Merchant of Venice. It was adorable and exhausting. I have never had so much respect for teachers - and never been so disappointed in adults playing up to the stereotypes of single sex education. But, i seem to have gathered a fan club (one kid even asked me for a job after), and it was all happy disney in the end. yay.
So today I'm doing laundry, washing my hair and unpacking the last few boxes to remind myself I have a normal everyday life I've been neglecting of late. It's really quite refreshing.
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