I believe that the lag is over. I woke up this morning without a problem. I didn't even stay for the snooze.
Excellent.
However, I do seem to have puffy eyes and tumble tummy. I didn't think I'd have a problem readjusting to the food here too. It's not like I can say that it tastes all that different. But my stomach knows the difference.
I might be relieved to get back home because of some pressing matters. And because I missed John, kitties and ferret. But, I do miss Scotland very much. I'm all messed up trying to cross the street on my way to work. It'll pass. I miss the little shops along the streets and the four story maze of stone buildings. The kids playing football in the park just outside the flat. The flat. Pipsie. Double decker busses. Bagpipers on Buchanan street.
The low and quickly moving clouds. Real green grass that is so soft it sinks just a bit when you step on it. (as opposed to the verigated crab grass thats around here.)
I'm sure you get the picture.
Anyhow, I am now the owner of a couch. John's brother flew in for a visit and will be staying until Wednesday. He was sleeping on the floor on a sleeping bag, and after work yesterday I went to go see if I could find a cheap fold up mattress, or camping bed at the thrift store. I totally scored. I didn't go in there for a couch because John had mentioned that he anted to go with me to look for one. But.... there it was in it's pleatherous/ hunter green glory. And it was only 10.00. I looked around it like a person looks at a horse. I checked it's teeth*. And behold, it was good. I still wasn't going to get it. But then, I sat down. And I swear that is probably the most comfortable couch I've ever sat on. I used the thrift store phone (saved a quarter, go me.) and called John, to which he was agreeable. So, now to get it home. Ummmm. Last I checked I had a Dodge Colt. Well, that Dodge Colt hauled a couch almost as big as it, home. The guy at the thrift store sat there and watched me tie it on the top with very much noted disbelief. "You might be ok if you don't start or stop too fast." I have very much faith in my tying skills, it's going nowhere. But I just smiled, and said, "Where there's a will, there's a way." But, you should have seen the people watch as I drove by, it was *hilarious*. Not the first or last time I'm sure people will think that I'm off my rocker. I resisted the urge to call the thrift store and tell them to tell the doubter (he works there) that I made it home safely.
So, now it's home, and my brother in law is sound asleep on it. At only ten dollars, I have no regret if I later toss it.
Life must be really good or really bad, when the highlight of your day is buying a 10.00 couch.
I'm outta here.
xxx
*seeing if you were paying attention. :P
Posted by hawkie at October 12, 2003 06:54 AM