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RL rambling.
The snow is GONE!!! \o/ This morning the pavements were still like uneven ice-rinks, but when I picked up the girls from school there were only a few lonely squelchy bits left. Oh to be able to just walk without having to worry about the next step sending you flying. :) Also, I spent far too much time yesterday being COLD, and not being frozen solid after two minutes outside is also a definite plus.
Today I went to the dentist - for the second time in two months :( - and since my appointment was early afternoon I had a *plan*, which worked beautifully. After the dentist visit (my dentist is lovely, btw, and looks a tiny bit like a pretty Sarah Jessica Parker) I went to Caffe Nero, bought myself a cup of hot chocolate and a very soft slice of lemon sponge cake, and sat down with my Christmas cards, which I had brought with me. See, I HATE writing Christmas cards. Well I'm fine with the nice simple ones with a cheery greeting, but I hate those to family and friends abroad for whom the yearly Christmas card is the time to update on what's been happening over the year. And since I am near incapable of making my actual life sound in any way interesting or entertaining I hate writing about it. To be honest I'd much prefer to just write a letter on the computer, but since I'd have to do it in three different languages it would rather defeat the whole 'making it easier' thing... (My family is LOVELY btw. Couldn't wish for better. I'm just a rubbish letter-writer.)
Ah well, I've got all the difficult ones out of the way now, so I feel very virtuous and relieved. And since Darcy has been very innovative and crafty this year, we even have quite a lot of the presents sorted...
Today I went to the dentist - for the second time in two months :( - and since my appointment was early afternoon I had a *plan*, which worked beautifully. After the dentist visit (my dentist is lovely, btw, and looks a tiny bit like a pretty Sarah Jessica Parker) I went to Caffe Nero, bought myself a cup of hot chocolate and a very soft slice of lemon sponge cake, and sat down with my Christmas cards, which I had brought with me. See, I HATE writing Christmas cards. Well I'm fine with the nice simple ones with a cheery greeting, but I hate those to family and friends abroad for whom the yearly Christmas card is the time to update on what's been happening over the year. And since I am near incapable of making my actual life sound in any way interesting or entertaining I hate writing about it. To be honest I'd much prefer to just write a letter on the computer, but since I'd have to do it in three different languages it would rather defeat the whole 'making it easier' thing... (My family is LOVELY btw. Couldn't wish for better. I'm just a rubbish letter-writer.)
Ah well, I've got all the difficult ones out of the way now, so I feel very virtuous and relieved. And since Darcy has been very innovative and crafty this year, we even have quite a lot of the presents sorted...
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Yikes! I hope the snow has decided that it's had enough up your way too, so at least it won't be -10 or whatever it's been recently.
I feel I should knit you socks or something. Except I'm not very good at knitting...
All electric. You know what though? Don't care. After the year I've had all I have to do is think of you and the friends I've made; Holly's new baby, and the fact that I have a new, and genuinely so, male Tv hero in Rory Williams, and I just thank the Goddess that I'm still here to sppreciate that Mocha when I can afford it.
Aw, this puts a smile on my face - and I hope that you get plenty of Mocha when the 17th comes round!
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here's a prezzie to thank you for your kindness. I listened to it earlier this year, and again this morning; probably I'll listen to it again before Monday evening. It's very, very beautiful; very powerful... and I can imagine Rory & Amy listening to it in front of a warm REAL fire; the kind I remember before my parents had an electric one put in.
Ahh, that's what real toasted bread should taste like :-)
http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b007jnsq/Spoonface_Steinberg/
An autistic girl comes to terms with her extraordinary life. Lee Hall's play about faith, love and death. Stars Becky Simpson.
available until 4:02AM Tue, 14 Dec 2010
Hope you get to listen & enjoy. If Miss M gets to listen I'd love to know what she thinks.
Still under Willow & Tara's spell,
Ray.
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