I also read every magazine I had with me (back issues of , did crossword puzzles, and dozed off probably three times for a count of less than an hour in all.
Picked up by my friend Elizabeth (the usual, Debby Harris, was home tending her husband Bob Harris–yes, my co-author of 8 novels–who had fallen badly and broken his right arm.
By afternoon the sun had come out though that warmed nothing up appreciably. And by this morning, a clear blue sky, sun, and a bit of a breeze. But then I always do good writing whilst here in Scotland. I was up early, made sure everything was packed properly, unpacked it all and packed it again. Heidi drove me to the airport after I’d run through a bunch of alternatives and Glen was ready to go, but Heidi found a bit of extra time. The trip to Newark was a bit unnerving as we hit huge pockets of stormy air and did a lot of rocking and rolling. I dreaded thinking about the longer part of the trip ahead.
As my friend Ron says, “The weather here changes on your back-swing.” A golfer’s comment. There are roses blooming already on the bushes that climb the back wall of the house. But remember, I have a kind of floral dyslexia and can never remember names. Time enough when Heidi and Maddison get here at the end of June to do a couple of weeks of being a tourist. I have two boxes of books already on the way, and a third will be popped into the mail this next week. I concentrated instead on going to the Continental President’s Club, the VIP lounge.
It took me a day and a half to figure out why my internet service didn’t work. The rest will go to the Cancer charity shop in town. Folks who regularly read this journal will recognize the names. And the plants (can’t remember the names of course) that I planted in a lovely box out front last year are blooming heartily with a delicate, feathery pink flower. Tomorrow, when everything opens again, I have stuff to do on the car/insurance, get a new tv box for enhanced digital or some such, some banking to be done, and fixing some bill problems. And then, come Wednesday, my writing life commences. (Though Saturday I will be Edinburgh-ing with a friend.) Time enough to revisit the beloved landscapes. So the journal–and I–are seriously interstitial now. Alas, unlike Delta, there was no real food, just cheese and crackers pre-wrapped, fruit, and drinks.
Seems dear friend Debby tried to help by picking up the house ahead of time and that included plugging stuff in. Mostly I have spent these first two days lazing about, reading an Ian Rankin non-Rebus mystery, drinking pots of tea, and connecting with old friends. Dinner with Debby and Bob Harris (the later sporting a broken arm from a spectacular fall), a hugely funny chat with Janie Douglas, a wonderful gossip with Marianna Lines, quick catch-up with Ron Morrison whose wife Ann is away on her sailboat). However, it was quiet, good chairs, internet access, clean bathrooms. Got to writing: revising in which Adam and I have a long short story.
She plugged the router into the fax machine’s box instead of the phone machine. And of course a hug from Claire Garabedian before nabbing her ‘puter. And then it was time to get on board the plane to Edinburgh. I think it was filled by folks bumped by the Brit Air strike.
I suppose David or any competent computer expert would have figured that out in the first five minutes of frustration, but I just cursed under my breath and did all the old stuff over and over, expecting–I suppose–a kind of sympathetic magic would take place. Finally went to friend Claire’s and used her computer and when I came back managed to sort out the problem. Turns out nothing–and I mean nothing excepting two odd dresses and a couple of shirts and two short jackets still fit. Will be having tea later today at Christine Crow and John Anson’s sitooterie. The volcano stayed quiet, and the trip over was the smoothest I think I ever experienced.Got to watch two movies–“Leap Year,” silly and predictable light romantic fare, perfect for the plane, and “When in Rome” equally silly and forgettable, but again perfect for the plane.I started watching “The Messenger” but it was way too heavy for what I needed, a doze-able film that would keep me engaged just enough. Ok Cupid is free to join, free to search, and free to message. Webcam Sex Dating Free LIVE Adult Video Chat Cams - Online Dating Cams is a webcam dating system which allows individuals, couples and groups to make contact and cam to cam video chat with each other over the Internet, usually with the objective of developing a personal, romantic, or sexual relationship.I have been in Scotland since Saturday and this is Monday, on a Bank Holiday weekend.