time to myself

well, apart from locking myself out of the house on christmas eve when i only meant to step out for a second (i know i’ve already mentioned that i hate keys), which required me to walk across the street in my coat and thermal underwear, with neither my glasses nor my wallet, to solicit advice which eventually led to the recruitment of help breaking into my house (because they predicted that a locksmith would cost £300, and that was just not happening), which i had already failed to do with a plastic clothing tag that i wiggled in the slit between the door but my new friend succeeded by knocking the little latch on the half-open bathroom window with a crowbar, and… wait is this all one sentence? i lost track of how it was supposed to end.

anyway, it was an adventure, but it resolved itself without major damage or expense, and it encouraged me to make nice with the neighbors, which is good.

and i even got to come in through the bathroom window!

but i don’t work in fifteen clubs a day…

nevermind.

anyway, apart from that (hey! that’s how that first sentence started!), i didn’t leave the house for three days, which was pretty awesome, really.

i thought that i was fed up with sitting at home, but in truth, i was just fed up with sitting at home waiting for a job to come up and thinking that i was supposed to be out doing something more about getting one. and that’s just not a lecture one gives oneself when one is by oneself in another country for christmas, so it turned out to be a relaxing break.

i made and ate pumpkin pie and experimental avgolemono risotto and smoked trout (i didn’t do the smoked part, it came that way) and salad with goat cheese and the rest of my dried cranberries and almonds. i got a cheap bottle of wine to share with the risotto, and sipped some hot pimm’s winter and apple juice to feel more british. i read some books, and listened to some music, and played with my website even though i didn’t have the internet to play for keeps.

my mom sent me a colorful rainbow scarf that is soft and pretty and brightens up my room, and tif and the bardzells sent me christmas cards, which was very nice of them.

now i’m about to go sell someone two tickets to hogmanay in edinburgh because i’m going to work for two nights bartending in a nightclub instead and getting paid double because it’s a holiday. i’m actually rather excited about that, and the tickets have increased in value rather nicely since i bought them, so happy endings all around.

perhaps the internet will be working when i get home (i’m in a library now), and i can post something else of a slightly less rambling nature…

i mean, at least One of those things could probably happen. ;)

One Response to “time to myself”

  1. Mom Says:

    I can’t remember if I told you that we watched a movie called “The Secret” that is kind of a new agey thing which purports to teach an ancient secret called the “Law of Attraction” that says that we create our reality by the quality of our thoughts. This is one of those paradoxical areas where, by my own experience, I know this to be both true and false. Being the cynic that I am, I mostly focus on the falseness but seeing the movie reminded me that it is also very good to focus on the ways it is true.

    Anyway, this is a long way of saying that I suggest you might want to make friends with the key universe. Maybe visualize what helpful little critters they are and bathe them in some appreciation. Anyway, it would be an interesting experiment, don’t you think?

    I’m glad you like the scarf.

    xoxoxoxoxomom

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