My Day In Pictures

(somewhat)

Aside from having all the time I could spare to talk to a certain MK poet, I:

Spoke to my mother, who seemed in good spirits today, and appreciated my Martha Stewart spirit of adventure, when I made these curtains without having to sew at all: 

TLK stopped in her tracks when she saw the curtains.   “MOM!   They sparkle!”  Me:  “Yes, they do!  I made those”!  hehe

I put together a roast dinner (this is it in the pre-cooked stage.  It included yukon gold potatoes, onion, carrots, celery leaves, sliced apple, salt, pepper and a little bit of cloves):

I covered it with foil and baked it at 350F for … oh… 3 hours?     It was quite yummy!    I made gravy after we were done.   I like to take left-over roast and stuff it inside of hard rolls with gravy drizzled over the meat.   Wrap each sandwich up in foil and heat it in the oven until it’s hot (350F again).    Really excellent stuff.

Then, TLK and I potted herbs (or “herbs” as the British say..lol)  

 

(basil, dill, chives and marjoram)

… then I re-potted two very unhappy plants, which seemed to be immediately grateful:

In between, I caught up with Jane, went out to shop a bit, changed my blog design (again), received TLK’s photos (and baby book… yay!) from my ex, thought about Christmas, did a load of laundry, contemplated loads of things, learnt how to feed the betta (who seemed not to be eating) and now I’m writing this, having said goodnight to TLK and said poet.

Flying In

Every now and then, my mind wanders back to that moment when I was sitting on the plane, looking out the window, realising that I’m about to land in England to meet my boyfriend at the airport.

The thoughts flying through my head:

  • Wow, I’m finally here.  7 hours wasn’t that long.
  • Look, the sun is coming up (it went down at lightning speed to me, and back up again)
  • Hmmm…  look at the traffic… it’s really backwards (to me)
  • Look at the old buildings..
  • (Big smile)  OMG…  Ian is waiting for me at the airport!  (stares at Heathrow airport… thinks “OMG… again”).
  • Hmmm… how long will it take to get through border control?
  • Ummmm…   *will* I get through border control?
  • Are the questions over yet?
  • Yay!  I’m in!     Now, where do I go?
  • There’s my luggage (grabs it)
  • Wonders what I would have to declare in customs already.   Goes the “no customs to declare” way.
  • I’ll just peek through doorway into the arrivals lounge.   Notices handsome man in spiderpig t-shirt looking around.
  • (jumping up and down inside… and ever since, really)

This is what happy is.   🙂   I recorded every second of my visit to England in my head.. meeting Ian, meeting Gem and Fletch, meeting family, adjusting to different ways of saying things, walks through the park and the market..  but mostly just relaxing and feeling at home.

I’ll be back.   🙂

Ian’s Dog

This has become “Ian’s Dog”.   Why?   Because she is getting ornery in her old(er) age.

This morning, I let the dogs outside on their leads.   Miss Ginger requires a run at least once a day, but since we just got a newsletter saying “keeping your dogs on a lead is required”, I thought I would.

She was having none of this.  She wouldn’t pee.   I told her, “Alright then.   Let’s go inside.”   She stood there,  defiant, really, and stared at me.

“Let’s go”, I instructed, as I gently tugged on her lead.   She pulled back.   “Oh really,” I said.

Understanding that she probably DID need to go to the bathroom, I took her for a walk around the backyard, hitting all the areas where she loves to pee or poop.

Nothing.

“Let’s go, then.”   She followed me this time.   I made the mistake of letting her off the lead just outside the door. Can you say, “Goodbye Ginger!”?   I thought you could.

She took off running, hundreds of yards away.     A few minutes later, she came charging back, like a mad hatter, and ran inside the house.

This was all after I lost my balance in the yard and fell down in the mud.

You can laugh now.  🙂

Later, I talked to Ian on Skype.    “I have a bone to pick with you…   Your dog is being unruly.  Yes, it IS your dog. ”   lol    🙂

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