Well that was interesting. April had mixed results. And May just suddenly appeared as I drove through Texas. Well, as I rode in a 15-passenger van through Texas.
If you’d told me a year ago that I would have gone to 5 Ultimate Frisbee tournaments as a PLAYER, I would have said you were insane. Instead, I am insane.
April could have been better…but it was mostly better than March. So Jackson trip, consider yourself to have happened in April because I would like you to not be associated with March 2010.
In April I finished my senior project, had a lovely birthday, presented my senior project, creatively wrote a short story, and finished my undergraduate career with the exception of finals week. Some unpleasant things happened too.
So May, you’re going to be different. I have different expectations of you. Mostly because I have no idea what May will do. Everything’s about to change. Which is both fabulous and horrifying. I hope it’s more fabulous than horrifying.
On an unrelated note, I found digestives at World Market. !!! Digestives are British tea cookies. And they’re amazing. And I don’t understand why there isn’t a World Market any closer than 5 hours away from me. Just like I don’t understand why there are no Half Price Books near me.
Sometimes, I have no idea where I am going. I love having a plan, a map, a guide. But sometimes I have to cast aside any notion of a plan and just go where I am going.
This is terrifying.
For whatever reason, I often take pictures of my feet. It’s a way of remembering where I’ve been. It’s also an inspiration to keep on going. My feet have stepped (in the case of the above picture) where saints have walked. Where history was made. Where almost nothing happened. Where someone died. Where someone lived.
I look back to remember why I am going forward. I think of memories (some painful, some glorious, some dull) and see how those experiences have shaped me into who I am. Sometimes I like how they have shaped me. Sometimes I do not. Whichever way the memory runs, remembering encourages me to keep going.
Papers, Thanksgiving, freshly pressed apple juice, and death.
There are 2 days, 5 hours, and 11 minutes until Thanksgiving Break.
Before then, I have to write approximately 20 pages of paper. Two different papers, but both are 10-15 pages. So I could potentially write up to 30. But I won’t.
The Hallelujah Chorus just came on my itunes Christmas playlist.
I really want to go to Pret. But it’s in the UK and not the Midwest. (I just saw that they have some in NYC and one in DC. If I do get to go to NYC for Spring Break, I am going to Pret.)
Actually, I really just want freshly pressed apple juice. I never really liked apple juice until I had it in the UK. Why? All the apple juice I had there was NOT FROM CONCENTRATE. And they came in handy small bottles. I’ve tried Simply Apple and it’s not the same. Plus it only comes in a huge bottle. I’ve also tried Whole Foods 365 NOT FROM CONCENTRATE Apple juice. And it’s closer, but still not the same or in a huge bottle.
It obviously makes a diference when your juice is pressed the same day you drink it. And when you’re drinking it in London.
I wish I had a picture of my favorite apple juice from Pret. Or the ones I got from Costa at Heathrow. I’d also take a juice box of Apple with blackcurrant juice from the Co-operative. If there were a Co-operative store here, I would shop there.
My dog Bailey died on Thursday. I wasn’t there. Now I simultaneously want to go home more and don’t want to go home. But it’s Thanksgiving. And I need to go home.
Now there are 2 days, 4 hours, and 55 minutes remaining until I can go home for Thanksgiving Break.
I just want some fresh pressed apple juice. Thanks wordpress for having “freshly pressed” slathered all over your website.
So, I really like Scotland. The scenery is aboslutely gorgeous. The people are also pretty nifty. We’ve spent a couple afternoons playing ultimate frisbee with local kids (yes, I’ve been playing ultimate, be amazed). Another thing that I love about Scotland: It has magically helped me to be able to eat breakfast. I’ve had breakfast every day for almost two weeks now. And this isn’t just a little breakfast, this is a bowl of porridge, a pear, a piece of toast and a cup of tea breakfast. I haven’t eaten breakfast on a regular basis in years, just because I’m either not hungry or I don’t feel well in the mornings. So, I’m allergic to Scottish nature but I can eat food at any time of the day here. Oh well, can’t have everything.
My time at the computer is up now–hope to update again soon!
I am in the midst of my adventure in Scotland. We spent about a week on the island of Iona, which is quite a unique place that deserves it’s own post upon further reflection and time on a computer (because right now I only have bits of time). After some more traveling, from ferry to bus to ferry to night in an Oban hostel to a train to a van ride, we arrived in Pitlochry, Scotland. We’re staying at a center in the back of the Pitlochry Baptist Church and we will be doing work with the church for the next 10 days. It’s currently raining for one of the first times here, so I now feel like I’m really in Scotland. The trip has been absolutely amazing thus far and I have tons of stories. But not tons of computer time. So we shall see.
So I’ll leave with a random quote from the day:
During a play of monkey in the middle/keep away with a ping pong ball:
“All’s fair in love and keep away from the short people.”
Oh, and anyone expecting me to come back with a Scotish accent may be disappointed. It’s more likely that I’ll come back with a Minnesota accent, because that has become the accent of choice for a few of us. I have no idea why, it just started happening….we’re odd like that. We’ve been having a splendid time together as a team and lots of funny things have happened. Don’t worry, there will be stories.