Coffee Talk And Blogging Goals

If we were having coffee, you couldn’t help but notice that we’ve blown all the fuses.  Isla is running around going, ‘My house is dark.  It ran out of batteries!’

Five minutes ago, we were watching Alice in Wonderland.  Now, Isla’s face is lit by my phone screen.  No, I can’t buy you that Lego set.  And please don’t post that egg video on Facebook.

In other news, what music do you listen to while taking down the Christmas tree?  Isla went into the living room this week and yelled, ‘Someone stole the Christmas tree!’  Yes, well, until next year.

I finished reading my third book of the year this morning (Red Queen, Victoria Aveyard) and my first read for this list.

While we’re here more bookish things:

I told Goodreads I’ll be reading 50 books, or more, this year.

And for every finished book, I’ll be putting a buck in Isla’s Swear Jar  my book jar.

If we were having coffee, I’d mention that I might be shifting the focus of this here blog, or getting back to writing and not just talking about it.

I’ve looked back on my posts, and my personal notebooks from this year and I’ve written a lot about not writing a lot.

And Neil recently mentioned that I haven’t written any fiction since we’ve been together.

So, there’s that.  Might really get back to writing a story a week.

And I might want to write even more about being a disabled mother, and a mother and  a third-culture kid who grew up to live on an island off another island, in a house that keeps blowing fuses.

Hi.

If we were having coffee I’d ask: What are your writing plans this year, or this week?

And: What would you like to read more of on this blog?

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My current read with Isla’s latest art.

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.

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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?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Around Here

And so, Isla is nearly two.  I’m finding this harder to deal with than last year.  But I’m hoping she’ll let me share her cake.  That’ll help, yeah?

In related news, Neil and I recently celebrated three years of marriage with a seafood dinner and the same message he’s been writing in all my cards for nearly seven years.  And just so he knows: You’re welcome, Dude.  The pleasure (and heartburn) is all mine.

In my absence from blogging, there’s been a lot of Peppa Pig, and library trips.  And ‘Isla, sit forward, please.’  Netflix and very little chill.  Gotta work on that.

But Isla’s good.  She says ‘peas’ and ‘tank you’ and ‘beshew’ when people sneeze.  And fart.  She loves to read and then pile all her books on you.

She has her father’s eyes and her mother’s sarcasm.

Last week, we were counting pennies for the piggy bank  fart tin.

‘One, two, three, six,’ she says.

‘How much are you?’

‘Too much!’ she says.

True enough, I thought.  But keep going, kiddo.

She’s funny and smart and she grows in her sleep.  I cry every time she leaves the house without me.  Even when she brings me home flowers.  Because she brings me home flowers.  And coffee.

Isla knows that I’m fuelled by coffee and hugs and Judge Judy.

Isla sleeps better than I do these days.  She sleeps through the night and I don’t.  I do my best worrying, and reading, at 4 in the morning.

I distract myself from swirling thoughts by reading and taking pictures of my books and messaging friends to ask, ‘why am I awake at 4am?’

I also yell at The Gilmore Girls and The Batchelor.  I yell things like:

  1. You’re a dick.  Don’t be a dick.

B. Does anyone ever not accept the rose?  No, say no.  Don’t stoop.

iii. Well.  That was awkward.

D. Why am I watching The Batchelor?

And then it’s not 4am anymore, it’s 9. And Isla, who now sleeps in a real bed, shuffles through and it starts all over again.

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Coffee, Ma?

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Frosty North

Since we moved in we’ve had a gas leak, the washing machine won’t drain, the toaster blew a fuse.  And today, the boiler has packed in. But it’s still our house.  And apparently, it’s well, sensitive.  So.  Leave it alone.  Unless you’d like to come and fix the heat.

Actually, the same guy who fixed our farting stove two weeks ago is making another trip to fix the heat.  Don’t worry, he knows where we live.

In other news, we are online.  And we have cable TV.  And in a fit of DIY, my husband put our spare TV on our bedroom wall.  I know, I’m embarrassed enough for the both of us.

And I’m sitting here at the kitchen table.  We have one of those, too.  In related news, the new word for ‘distressed’ is ‘reclaimed’.  Furniture is now politically correct.

Neil and I spent Valentines weekend picking out and ordering our new socially-acceptable furniture.  Because we are middle-aged romantic like that.

In related news, before we braved the shops, I said if we came home with one of those entertainment centre thingies, we’ll have crossed a line from which there’s no return.

But we were safe.  Every bleary-eyed but somehow super-charged salesperson said, ‘they don’t make those any more.’

The thing was this.  Every shiny, pointy bit of bark that passed for a ‘TV table’ was the perfect height for Isla to fist-bump any TV off of it.

And so.  We found a sideboard thing and we ordered it without the ‘ornate’ top half.  That’s what passes for creative thinking these days.

So there’s a kitchen table for the laptop, a place for the telly box and a sofa big enough for three whole butts.

I still have my old faithful bookcases crammed with books.  They’re even slightly more organised than they were when I was 18.  Not really.

But I do have a TBR bookcase now.

And there’s a bird-feeder stuck to the kitchen window.  A seagull came to investigate it one day last week.  Isla learned a new word that day.

Apparently, the boiler needs a new part.  That’s another word.

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Isla is cold.  And unimpressed with her book.

 

Do you have any funny or not-so funny stories about moving and setting up home?

 

 

Telly On The Blink

Loving:

Our new house.  Open spaces.  Boozy milkshakes (Galliano and ice-cream.)

My new MacBook.

Reading:

American Housewife, Helen Ellis.  Campari For Breakfast, Sara Crowe.

Watching:

Nothing.  We have yet to plug in the TV.  Today, Dad and I took Isla to the Peanuts movie.  Neil and I went to see Deadpool over the weekend.  Loved them both.

We should be watching season 2 of Better Call Saul.

Listening To:

Chet Faker.

Working on:

Longer blog posts.  Unpacking.  Not becoming a cliche.

Anticipating:

Being online in my own house.

Making Me Happy:

All of the above.

 

What about you?

Worthy of Note

1. Neil and I went furniture shopping in Inverness over the weekend. We decided on, and ordered stuff that does not come from Ikea.

1b. We only needed one do-over.

1c. We are still married.

2. We’re still not online in the house. Have been checking in at the library once a week, and today, I’m at Dad’s house.

3. This is me writing from my new laptop. Let’s call him Frank. Frank is good. Frank is productive. Frank is a machine.

3b. Well, yes. Frank is a machine. My point is this. Well. Never mind.

4. Neil and I got each other the same penguin-themed Valentine card. He bought mine in Edinburgh, I bought his in Portree. That’s love. And geographical weirdness.

5. Isla. Isla. Isla. She’s still great. And speaking in sentences. We don’t understand most of them yet, but she does. And that seems to work for now. She is also very tall. She is wonderful. But I am having some issues. My very independent child is A Very Independent Child. Or something.

5b. Crying on the Keyboard isn’t covered on the warranty. So I’ll stop.

More later.