Good Evening My Dears,
I am very sorry for the long silence. There is no defense, I'm afraid. The Scottish Experiment seems to be coming to a close and there doesn't seem to be any point in writing when I am in the process of distributing the remains of my Scottish existence to various people. I have coming back to the US on Christmas day. I will arrive about 8:30 in the evening, probably pretty tired.
The weather in Scotland has been all that I imagined lately. We have had a lot of rain, a bit of snow and two supposed hurricanes. One of which is howlin' outside my window as I write. I am not-so-secretly hoping that I will be stranded in Scotland come Christmas, at least for a week. Also, I hope that the person I stay with in town will be willing to put me up for a bit longer. Otherwise I may have to depend on the kindness of strangers.
When last I wrote, I had gone to Harrogate and Jasper had visited. Since then, I have continued helping at Pulp Fiction (read sitting on my butt, browsing the internet.) I have also started a very quiet revolution. I managed to take over leadership of the writer's group and move it from a cafe where it was very difficult to hear people read, to the bookshop where it is not. Incredibly, the group has voted to stay at the bookshop once I leave, and the person who was my biggest nay sayer turned into my biggest supporter. Ah, THE POWER!!!
As I am still on the dole, I need to go tomorrow and get myself off of it. No more money for me. I have also started saying goodbye to all the friends that I have made here. I am still so conflicted, because I do have a return for the 10th of February. Also, a friend has made it very clear that she is rather desperate for me to return as she claims that she only makes a friend once every 100 years or so. I do not believe it as she is a very engaging young lady and a writer of extraordinary talent, in spite of difficulties that would cause me to cower in my bed. And then there's been the experience of working at Pulp Fiction. It is a place that made the last two months in Scotland more positive than they otherwise would have been. The proprietor and staff are amazing people, and mean more to me than I could ever adequately express.
Right Folks that's all she wrote.
Next Up: Homeward Bound
Cheerio for Now,
Tina
I am very sorry for the long silence. There is no defense, I'm afraid. The Scottish Experiment seems to be coming to a close and there doesn't seem to be any point in writing when I am in the process of distributing the remains of my Scottish existence to various people. I have coming back to the US on Christmas day. I will arrive about 8:30 in the evening, probably pretty tired.
The weather in Scotland has been all that I imagined lately. We have had a lot of rain, a bit of snow and two supposed hurricanes. One of which is howlin' outside my window as I write. I am not-so-secretly hoping that I will be stranded in Scotland come Christmas, at least for a week. Also, I hope that the person I stay with in town will be willing to put me up for a bit longer. Otherwise I may have to depend on the kindness of strangers.
When last I wrote, I had gone to Harrogate and Jasper had visited. Since then, I have continued helping at Pulp Fiction (read sitting on my butt, browsing the internet.) I have also started a very quiet revolution. I managed to take over leadership of the writer's group and move it from a cafe where it was very difficult to hear people read, to the bookshop where it is not. Incredibly, the group has voted to stay at the bookshop once I leave, and the person who was my biggest nay sayer turned into my biggest supporter. Ah, THE POWER!!!
As I am still on the dole, I need to go tomorrow and get myself off of it. No more money for me. I have also started saying goodbye to all the friends that I have made here. I am still so conflicted, because I do have a return for the 10th of February. Also, a friend has made it very clear that she is rather desperate for me to return as she claims that she only makes a friend once every 100 years or so. I do not believe it as she is a very engaging young lady and a writer of extraordinary talent, in spite of difficulties that would cause me to cower in my bed. And then there's been the experience of working at Pulp Fiction. It is a place that made the last two months in Scotland more positive than they otherwise would have been. The proprietor and staff are amazing people, and mean more to me than I could ever adequately express.
Right Folks that's all she wrote.
Next Up: Homeward Bound
Cheerio for Now,
Tina
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