i'm discovering a few things. i love bundling up. probably because it reminds me of recess time in kindergarden. and that awful snowy day where i managed to hit some boy in my class, right smack in the eye with a snowball. (which indicated to my parents that they were right to enroll me after that in baseball each summer for what, seven years? i was a pitcher too if that helps) anywho, i fled the playground that afternoon and walked allthewayhome in a freakin' blizzard. my parents weren't home so i had to problem-solve at the age of six and i decided to fibb some excuse of a tummy ache to my lovely neighbour, gill and she set me up with a huge steel bowl (and i do remember it being HUGE...which is kinda ironic because i had no intention of actually using it...i think that was her way of telling me she was on to me) in front of a roaring fire while i guiltily watched the wizard of oz and waited for my mom to come collect me. whoa. tangent. sometimes it's like a horse that needs correction.
so....i love wooly things - hats, mitts, scarfs and socks. i love autumn (already knew that one). i love walking. and, i love the english rural countryside just as much as the english seaside. so, living where i do now...it's the best of both worlds. you guys so need to come visit.
this trail isn't far from my cottage. it's called, the cuckoo trail. how appropriate. remember, when you're single, i think things become your friends. (quoting mr. andre...i can't believe i just quoted mr. andre...i can hear you laughing, rachel) anywho, just ask half pint and mr. nikon. yes, i like personifying things. it's something karl and i have in common.
this is me looking both ways before crossing the motor way, at rush hour traffic.
oh good. a bridge...crisis adverted. you can stop worrying, mom.
i'm also convinced a sunset can make anyone's skin look like butta. the tunes you ask? robert plant and alison krauss. dreamy.
after a mile and half or so, i stumbled upon a very small town. but, i was impressed nonetheless because there's a bank, post office, a pub, some charity shops and grocery store...and most importantly? a library. sold.
oh, pardon me...apparently cctv cameras exist outside of london. three cheers for big brother. i feel so much, what's the word...safer. pffft.
mr. cusack? is that you? you should come over for some steak and guinness pie. it is off the hook. how about next friday? i'll let your people call my people. sigh. somebody needs their own copy of grosse pointe blank. santa? war inc. will have to suffice until the twenty-fifth.
see, i told you this trail was made for me...and why are my eyes so buggy?
alright. enough of this. time to get home before it gets dark. my parents taught me better than this.
**this post was written and arranged without the help of wine***. it is one hundred percent alcohol free.
***although, i realise now that i've implied that my posts are usually written with the aid of wine, which they're totally not. except this one. i'm not hemingwaying it here folks. i'm just really on my game this morning. must have been that killer dance session i had while waiting for the coffee to brew. endorphins.
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