Prodigal

So. Hi. 

I’m here, I’m alive, I’m well, and I’ve been knitting/traveling/working like crazy. Not a lot of time left for blogging, but I’ll make you a deal. You forgive me for a month-long hiatus (which you probably have already done), and in return, I’ll post one new blog post every week day for two weeks–that’s 10 consecutive posts (that I was going to write anyway). Deal? Deal.

Right this second, I have next to nothing interesting to report. I mean it. Shockingly little. I am still working on my Couch to 5k, albeit with some delays caused by an injury caused by really worn out shoes and remedied by a shiny new pair.  As far as I can tell, summer ended before the month of August, because it hasn’t been over 60 degrees here in about a week.

Even though it’s colder and wetter and darker, I’m not terribly upset because it means that I get to wear different clothes than I did last week, and it’s a bit upsetting how exciting that is. Beth told me this would happen, and I am surprised to find that she was entirely correct. I am beginning to seriously despise the clothes that I have brought with me. I have a growing list of things that I know will not be returning to the States with me, and I am practicing incredible restraint in not purchasing replacements.

Money is for food, beer and plane tickets, you see.

Oh! How’s this for blog fodder–I’ll tell you what to expect over the next couple of weeks.

In the coming days, I’ll post pictures and reflections on my trip to Norway that was my 33rd birthday present. I’ll tell you about a day trip that Paul and I took and about how the Arts and Crafts and Art Deco movements both basically started in Glasgow. There’s the Cambridge Folk Festival to tell you about, where the most surprising things were a sunburn and the amount of bagpipes I listened to and enjoyed. There is, of course, my 33rd birthday, which still moves me to shake my head in disbelief at the generosity and kindness of people who hardly even know me. I will tell you about a trip to London with Paul and several members of his family on the occasion of his mum’s 60th birthday. Aside from that trip, August has been all about Edinburgh and the Fringe Festival, though, and I have attended something like 25 performances in the past few weeks. I might also mention my very-new-but-expanding-faster-than-our-universe obsession with BBC quiz shows. Finally, I’ll be happy to report on the weekend that I spent with my brother, my sister, my Paul, and lots and lots of Guinness and Bailey’s (incidentally, I am aware that I am in Scotland, not Ireland).

So. Lots to look forward to. I better get cracking.