locomotivehootenanny: Thanks to Lizbeth, being at the office at 8:30 on a Tuesday morning isn’t so bad. Plus, I am eating fresh raspberries and blueberries.
This photo, should you choose to look at it, depicts how I cannot be counted on to pull it together for photos. I don’t feel I ought to explain what is going on.
While traveling around Scotland with our driver, guide and storyteller, Neil, I decided to tape his talking about the time he met some fairies. It’s pretty long winded and difficult to hear, but if you like Scottish accents, this is the audio post for you. Or if you’re Meredith (right-most in above photo), who was sat beside me at the time, this is the post for you. Sometimes, when I’m feeling a little bit sentimental for a month ago, I’ll listen to this with my eyes closed and pretend I’m back on the bus. Which takes a good bit of imagination, but I have it.
“we cut the legs off of our pants
threw our shoes into the ocean
sit back and wave through the daylight…
I have five clocks in my life
and only one has the time right
i’ll just unplug it for today”—Daylight -Matt and Kim
17 mile bike ride under shaded trees
Bison farm, still haven’t tried buffalo
Newhampton, largest lgbt population per capita
Mudpie ice cream, coffee ice cream, fudge and cookies
Bouldering with wet slippery feet
Rock jumping into what I thought was water but was actually a feild of small daggers
Emily Dickinson and Robert Frost lived in Amherst
My brother and his girlfriend are both poets
9 chipmunks sited, two which were wrestling and jousting
Literary geniusness wafts in the air
I read him Hemmingway while it rained. Traffic throughout York & Jersey. We talked about Costa Rica 1-800-94 Jenny, mom’s carjacking, the boat we sailed in Hong Kong, and the minds of our brilliant skitzophrenic cousins who we love so dearly. The AC has been broken and riding windows down creates an odd vortex with imbalanced pressures and a layer of dirt on our skin. The car’s thermometer is set to
Celsius and it is 27. Thank goodness for the rain.
It starts with the fact I just finished my Masters and am broke
Actually it starts with the fact my car is all sorts of broke
After repairing the AC in my car and my father graciously covering the bill for the last time… my family mechanic told me one of my tires was done for. Apparently the AC was as far as my father wanted to hand out so off to Han’s I went.
Now Han’s is an interesting place. With 20 cash, and cash only, you can get a tire. A whole tire, for a motor vehicle, tread and all.
You drive up and pull into one of the three car ports. You have a few seconds to determine what language or combination of languages you need to speak. After stuttering while the Doberman pincher snarls at you, you point to the tire that needs to get changed and within a minute the car is up, tire off and rim clanging to the ground.
Your sad tire, joins a pile of tires merging on 10 feet tall and a “new,” more appropriately, different, tire seems to appear out of thin air. Better yet it is on, money is handed over and with a rat-it-tat-tatty-tat sort of unlocking knock the repairman bangs on the door behind the pincher. An elderly, feisty oriental woman barely opens the door, the man hands her the money, she pract6ically snarls in a similar manner as the dog and the deal is done.
Nothing else that’s it, and it happens in less than 4 minutes. That is Han’s Tire experience. Beware and lock your doors upon exiting the neighborhood.
The balance of these two strong characteristics given by my parental units creates interesting job searching. I have many dream jobs in a variety of industries. I didn’t think this was a bad thing, until a stranger I met on a plane told me I’m cursed. Encouraging huh? Everyone has an opinion and everyone sees it as their civic duty to offer their opinion during this exploration stage of my life. Thank you? Not quite…
“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day has no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.”—Ernest Hemingway A Moveable Feast