Currently Reading, And What Else?

Reading:

Turning Angel, Greg Iles.  Does anyone else read the Penn Cage books?

The Passenger, Lisa Lutz.  Thrillers are my brain-candy. Again.

And my second #LitsyGoesPostal book.  LGP is a postal bookclub/journaling project/generally good thing made up of people that first connected on the Litsy app.

The idea is to send your favourite book, a notebook and good vibes to someone who reads it, writes about it and sends it to the next person in the rotation.

In  a few years, my own well-travelled books will return to me with fresh ink, new thoughts and friendships.  I love any mail that isn’t bills and book-mail is THE BEST.

Watching:

What? Like right now?

The same Scooby-Doo episodes that I used to watch.  Now with added Isla.

Current on-demand happenings: Billions, Mr. Robot, and um, The Great British Bake Off.

Listening to:

The Barra MacNeils.  They recently played live here on Skye.  Isla’s first gig.  She was mesmerised.  And I lost my shit when they played Caledonia.

Making:

A mess?

Memories?  Sorry, that’s another thing.

Feeling:

Slightly stranded.  Antsy.  Old.

Planning:

New work gigs, I hope.  A holiday, I think.  A visit from my Mom.

We should also paint the kitchen and buy a sofa-bed, but yeah.  Different list.

Loving:  

Weekends.  Coffee.

This photo.  And the kid in it.

isla-thinking
Isla is planning: world domination.  Obviously.

 

Notes:

Currently info here.

I’m @LornaDH if you want to connect on Litsy.

 

 

 

 

 

Day One, Again

I’d lost track of how long I’ve been at this blogging thing.  But WordPress told me last week.  I’ve been writing at Gin & Lemonade for six years.

Well.

That makes me want to apologise that my last post before this was a muddy puddle.  But I won’t, because y’know, cute kid.

Someone asked me recently how I was doing.

‘Yeah, she’s two.’

‘I know,’ said my friend, in Edinburgh, on the phone, in a building where I used to work.  ‘But I asked about you.’

‘Oh.’ Actual-ha-ha-dry-laugh.  ‘Ehm.  ‘How ’bout you go first?’ I said.

Because I don’t know how I am.  But I’m trying to find out again.

Our very big medium-sized house in the country is set on sloping gravel that we’re getting paved.  The first step in that process was widening the front door and ramping over the front steps.  That happened over two very noisy days last week.

We took Isla to Inverness for the weekend, on a trip that included getting stuck behind some elk at the safari park, catching Pokemon and Finding Dory.

And came back to a finished ramp into the house.

I know, I went very quickly from ‘me’ to ‘we’ again.  But my point is this.  I plan to use the ramp to get out more.  Yes, I’m looking forward to racing Isla all around the house, but maybe I’ll go further and take a class somewhere, and go for coffee more often, take the camera places.  Fill up some new notebooks.

I have been out of the house before this, but the spontaneity and heart is taken out of it when your husband breaks his toe on the ‘portable’ ramps (one track for each wheel) that the OT department gave you.  (Thanks, but no thanks, but thanks?)

And so, new ramp, new me?  Not quite.  Because I like me.  But I’d like to do more of the stuff I like: writing, working, blogging, laughing, finishing coffee, talking to people who aren’t two. Maybe working outside this house.  And yes, making sure Isla eats and sleeps and learns and laughs.  Because when she does all of those things it’s like I’m doing those things.

But more ‘me’ things on the list, I think.

And so, hello. How are you?