Here comes the sun...
Just when I thought it was getting to be spring around here, good old Scotland has to go and get fucking snowy and cold. It's been snowing for the past two days and I have really shitty mittens and two hats: one that is too small, the other too big. I think I'm starting to get seasonal affected disorder from the lack of sun. Yes, I realize I'm the idiot who moved to the sunless isle known as Great Britain, but really. I need some fucking warmth and sun. I sleep a lot but never really feel rested. Two weeks ago it was really warm and smelled like spring and I couldn't believe how energized and happy i felt. No wonder 90% of the population here are raging alcoholics.
Besides that, all is well. I've been teaching myself guitar and I'm okay, though I'm sure my modifications on some of the chords I'm playing will get me into trouble and other guitar players will mock me. Meh. I'm a soprano, darling. The laziest of lazy musicians. I think I'm grand when I can put on a harmony or something.
Jerbs this is for you: in other exciting Edinburgh news, Jamie has decided he wants to be a Pizza Hut delivery man when he grows up. I'm glad to see he's setting his sights so high. He asked me what kind of pizza I wanted delivered to my house, and asked me what kind of pizza "Georgian" likes. I told him he'd have to deliver it on a plane to get it to you. He said he would do so. Expect a small slightly OCD Scottish boy at your door sometime soon, holding a pepperoni and onion pizza from Pizza Hut. He also has begun to insist that I call him Jamie-Gromit.
I miss you guys so much.
Love, Kristin
Besides that, all is well. I've been teaching myself guitar and I'm okay, though I'm sure my modifications on some of the chords I'm playing will get me into trouble and other guitar players will mock me. Meh. I'm a soprano, darling. The laziest of lazy musicians. I think I'm grand when I can put on a harmony or something.
Jerbs this is for you: in other exciting Edinburgh news, Jamie has decided he wants to be a Pizza Hut delivery man when he grows up. I'm glad to see he's setting his sights so high. He asked me what kind of pizza I wanted delivered to my house, and asked me what kind of pizza "Georgian" likes. I told him he'd have to deliver it on a plane to get it to you. He said he would do so. Expect a small slightly OCD Scottish boy at your door sometime soon, holding a pepperoni and onion pizza from Pizza Hut. He also has begun to insist that I call him Jamie-Gromit.
I miss you guys so much.
Love, Kristin