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.

 

 

 

 

 

Numbers 51-52

A dear friend just sent me this list of The 50 Most Romantic Things That Ever Happened. Because, y’know, stuff like that makes me melt, these days.

Anyway, Sarge walked in as I was scrolling through.

‘I’m going to leave the room while you look at these,’ I said.

When I returned, Sarge said, ‘I’d build you a ramp for those 6,000 stairs. And then I’d push you up the ramp. Just so people would know we’re together, you understand.’

P.S. The Daily post asked: When was the last time you shed tears of joy?  My answer: half an hour ago, after the above exchange.

Which was only two hours after crying over seeing what will be engraved on our wedding bands:

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Who Else Is Me?

And so, (more than) a few days ago, I might have mentioned a new post tomorrow.  Tomorrow is today.  Since my last post, I’ve been trying to get myself a job.  And now I have one.  It’s a temp job, but it’s a mighty nifty one.

I start on Monday.  The journey has been an interesting one.  On the day of my phone interview, I camped by the phone, practicing my phone voice by well, talking to myself.

You know when you’re staring at the phone, and it doesn’t ring?  And you might go on Facebook and feed some red goats and then watch Judge Judy, and it still doesn’t ring.  And you think:  maybe it’s not working?

But it has to be.  On the one day you are expecting a call from someone who isn’t either of your parents, of course it’s working.  And then you check it , just to be sure.  And it ISN’T WORKING?  Yep.  That happened.  And the phone interview happened the next day.

After the interview, I phoned my mother.

‘Hello, it’s me.’

‘Lorna?’

‘Who else is me?’

‘I didn’t recognise your voice.’

‘That’s my work voice.’

‘How nice.’

The phone interview, once it happened, was successful.  The next stage was a (really long) second interview day.  Somewhere between the tech test and the competency-based interview questions, I got stuck in the bathroom, the wheels wedged between the door and the ‘accessible’ stall that actually wasn’t.  I got in, so I got out again, by driving backwards.

The last time I got stuck in a bathroom, I got free beer.  This time, I got a job.  Although, I like to think I got it on my own merits, my skills outside the bathroom.

I’m enjoying my last days of freedom by reading books, writing one and watching daytime TV while I still can.  Of course, yesterday would be the day I realised that Ellen airs here.  I wish I’d known this months ago.  I could have danced through unemployment.

Speaking of being understood, and Ellen, here’s a clip of The Accent Game.  Note what Meryl says about the hat:

Happy Tenuous Link Friday, people!