Stripping the Willow
Mar. 11th, 2012 11:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windemereI miss Scotland. I make no pretenses about that. No matter how much I love living in England, and being in Leicester especially, I miss Scotland almost daily. And it's funny, because I've spent about a grand total of a month of my life there, but it feels like a lot longer. It feels like I fell in love with a country I was born to - even if not born in - and it's been ages since I last saw it. It'll be a while longer, and probably not this year, before I see it again.
[To think, I could have gone to Newcastle. Or maybe not.]
Last night I went to my first ceilidh in 3.5 years. It was rather awesome, despite the fact the teenagers couldn't learn the dances, and the caller sort of sucked, and they always picked the hardest variations because there were so many people. I stepped on toes, had mine stepped on, bumped into people while whirling, and very nearly lost my glasses at one point, but much fun, cider and exercise was had. Hell, I feel skinnier this morning than I have for months, which I then completely negated by eating an entire English fry-up (minus the black pudding, as I forgot to buy it). The first dance last night hurt and then the rest were just exhilerating. By night's end I was on a high, despite the vigorous dancing and the alcohol (1.5 pints of cider, thanks very much).
I didn't sleep particularly long, as someone kept waking me up [to be entirely fair, once was the fire alarm at 1am at the building behind, not the flatmate beside me] but when I did sleep it was very deeply. Woke up before 8 to sun, birds and no wind. It appears to be the perfect day outside, all the more as I slept with my window open, so my room actually smells fresh and aired out for the first time in ages. Will keep it open the whole week, if possible.
Now there will be a very long walk, to work off breakfast (ceilidh worked off the entire pizza and garlic bread I had last night, my treat for being awesome with the diet all week!), and hopefully a book read. I've already lazed the morning away watching a pretty good movie with Anna Friel set during WWII and a London girl who marries a Canadian serviceman and gets sent to rural Alberta to wait out the war. It was a feel good movie; sometimes I need those.
I have to book Ireland today; I really do. At least the hostel only needs a deposit, but the flights have to be paid for up front.
[To think, I could have gone to Newcastle. Or maybe not.]
Last night I went to my first ceilidh in 3.5 years. It was rather awesome, despite the fact the teenagers couldn't learn the dances, and the caller sort of sucked, and they always picked the hardest variations because there were so many people. I stepped on toes, had mine stepped on, bumped into people while whirling, and very nearly lost my glasses at one point, but much fun, cider and exercise was had. Hell, I feel skinnier this morning than I have for months, which I then completely negated by eating an entire English fry-up (minus the black pudding, as I forgot to buy it). The first dance last night hurt and then the rest were just exhilerating. By night's end I was on a high, despite the vigorous dancing and the alcohol (1.5 pints of cider, thanks very much).
I didn't sleep particularly long, as someone kept waking me up [to be entirely fair, once was the fire alarm at 1am at the building behind, not the flatmate beside me] but when I did sleep it was very deeply. Woke up before 8 to sun, birds and no wind. It appears to be the perfect day outside, all the more as I slept with my window open, so my room actually smells fresh and aired out for the first time in ages. Will keep it open the whole week, if possible.
Now there will be a very long walk, to work off breakfast (ceilidh worked off the entire pizza and garlic bread I had last night, my treat for being awesome with the diet all week!), and hopefully a book read. I've already lazed the morning away watching a pretty good movie with Anna Friel set during WWII and a London girl who marries a Canadian serviceman and gets sent to rural Alberta to wait out the war. It was a feel good movie; sometimes I need those.
I have to book Ireland today; I really do. At least the hostel only needs a deposit, but the flights have to be paid for up front.
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Date: 2012-03-11 01:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-11 01:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-11 03:37 pm (UTC)A bit out of the blue: has anyone had thoughts this year on a reunion for Laurier? We originally said we'd do something in 2012, rather than for the 10th of our graduation, since we all did that in different years. Just wondering...I don't really want to be the one that has to organise, but obviously it would need to be in Ontario. Probably in December.
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Date: 2012-03-11 10:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-12 09:54 am (UTC)Point in proof: this St. Paddy's day. Everyone said they'd be interested, I've organised an FB group, and no one has responded or suddenly they've all decided they can't actually come.
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Date: 2012-03-12 12:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-03-12 01:26 pm (UTC)See, PLANNING.