I'm a hoarder. I've been guilty of telling myself "Let's not write in the blog yet, there hasn't been enough to write about....let's wait awhile to there's LOADS, and then we'll write." I bet the cat ladies say that too, "Just one more kitten and then we'll be a complete family", oh God, I'm comparing myself to a cat lady.
So here I am, September 28, day before Michaelmas Day, calling up the A&E channel to document my hoarding.
So on with it..
This school is next door to 2 pubs. To be more specific, outside of my little cottage is 'our' pub, you know...like Drew Carey and the Warsaw Tavern. You can expect the same 15 people there every Friday and Saturday nights, the same karaoke songs, we're getting to the point of just nodding at the bartender... Having such a close locale to said establishment has it's ups and downs. Up-Had one too many? In reality you could just slide yourself down the wall to home. Down-Had one too many? Everyone in the pub that lives locally knows where you live and your boss....and you'll hear about it Monday.
There's also the concern of drunkards just randomly walking onto our property. No shit. C'mon now, haven't we all had our fun drunk time on the playground? Of course. Walking onto private school property WHILE children are there and attempting to violate houses/the pirate ship ??? ehhhhhhhh, no.
Then there's the pathway that goes from pub to southerly part of town, right past my window. How many nights have I woken up thinking that a crowd of 8 rowdy Scottish 50 yr old men are actually singing Robbie Williams in my front garden? At least once a week.
It's really warming how people here can just let loose and dance their asses off and act a fool w/o wondering who's watching. Another example of how Americans have a stick up their asses. Yep, go to an American club and see the percentage of people only dancing the way they see in rap videos or the way they think someone is going to compliment them. Example: A friend of mine and I partially reenacted the Baby one more time video in the middle of a club last weekend. Shame? Exact Opposite.
As an American, even for one that's travelled to European countries, the whole of the pub/club culture is just so fascinating. People here really don't realize how different something so simple can be from place to place. Try and bring your dog to most bars in America and you and your pooch will get the boot, many pubs in Britain have their own dogs...or cat. Also the whole children in pubs. Now, I doubt you'll see a kid in a dance club, but it's perfectly acceptable during quieter hours to see kids in pubs, especially since many serve very tasty food. Think the American Family Restaurant. Why the hell not I say. This allows the child to see what a pub/bar is, and then they most likely won't have a distorted view of them as they get older. Such places won't be a thing that they clamber to get at just because they are told they 'can't go to them yet.' I think this is very helpful in the development of mature/responsible drinking.
As far as I can count there are 4 pubs here in our town. Luckily for many people, they are all within a very short distance of one another, thus making it very easy to wander past all four within a night and observe the hilarity that ensues. One of them isn't really a pub I don't think, more of a hotel w/ a bar, but really who's judging.
The one that seems to win favorite is also my neighbor, however, there's a brewing feud between customers of that pub and the 'danceclub' that's up the road. We use the term danceclub loosely as it is yet another small hotel, with a restaurant + bar...however it has a slightly impressive light thingy and disco ball, thus making it a 'club'. *Rolls eyes*
The 4th pub, is by far the most scary. In by means of how the building looks and also by the customers. First off, I've never seen a woman in there, I know I wouldn't go in for the grime that seeps out of the doors is enough to make me keep on walking. The windows haven't been cleaned in so long I think the gunk has over taken the glass and dissolved it, mmmm yummy. Now, I bet it is a respectable establishment full of good times and well paying customers, but unfortunately they have misplaced their mop and bucket some time ago.
Go ahead and visit any Bristish town/city/village and ask an assortment of people where the good pub is in town. Have a meaningful conversation about their choice if possible...or at least hear them out. Maybe even invite them for a drink w/ you, especially an old man, he'll love to tell you about the gossip surrounding the area. Chain bars and modern bars may be seeping into popularity here, but nothing really can compare or can compete w/ the British Pub.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
When you say hills you really mean mountains right?
Coming from east coast America I have become accustomed to a certain pattern of weather movement throughout the year. Even as a young child I knew that looking over the mountains to the west in Spring and Fall I could watch a rolling storm or batch of wind clouds come right over us. However in the winter and summer the same could be seen but even more interesting systems could come in from the north or even south. As a child in Pennsylvania one learns quickly what the term 'NorEaster' means.
This isn't the case in Scotland. The North Atlantic is a turbulent part of the globe, ever changing with its winds, pressure, temperature, etc. The northern part of the British Isles feels the brunt of these changing moods. The locals around the countryside in Scotland say, "If you're not happy with the weather now, just wait 20 minutes and it will be different." How true is that. What a job it must be to be a meteorologist here, you can just about always be right.
I entered into Scotland by train on Friday passing through York and Newcastle England and then across the borders into sheep fields, thistle patches and coastline. Take a moment and think of a romantic film about a Scottish maiden waiting for her hero soldier to return from some war on the continent, or just think of the Outlander book series. You see the bluffs and the waves crashing against the rocks? Yeah, no seriously, the seaside by the North Sea is like that. Its just wild seeing the sea and then turning round and seeing the heather and mosses, it makes songs well up inside you!
Moving on. Edinburgh airport is gray, such great camouflage against the sky. I was picked up by car and we drove, in the rain through the "hills" to Auchterarder. Hills. rolling, one might have a lovely house on a hill, or go for an afternoon walk on a hill. PEOPLE DIE IN THE SCOTTISH HILLS. You can't build a house on them because the rocks are too steep! Classification of these hills are actually mountains, found that out during lunch, but the Scots are a modest people and prefer to call them hills. Much more endearing I say as well. Oh, we're going for a walk on one this weekend, should be lovely.
Stand by a hill here and look around, I think you'd see at least 30 different shades of green. Its almost unnerving. First of all you've got this bigass 'hill' at the back of you, then you look round and you see all this LIFE. Yes, plant life. It's freezing cold, but theres flora all around. This brings me back to my original point, the weather here is so bizarre that all theres left to do is GROW.
Take the rainforest right, it rains buckets there all the time and its hot as Hades thus making trees that are hundreds of feet high. Ye've not got the heat here, but the moisture definitly, and as living things do, they adapt. Shrubs, nettle, thistle, grasses here are so hearty they can withstand the winds and odd cold spells that turn up ohhhh, let say IN AUGUST. Crops are planted and fruit later in the year, but thrive. Here at Ochil Tower, we are totally organic, have been for 40 years, but still theres zucchini that are 10 inches in diameter and 18 inches long, that's one damn big squash.
In the time it took me to write this blog the temperature has dropped I'd guess 5 degrees outside and the cloud cover has gone from minimal to totally covered. The weatherman called for HEAVY RAIN today, I'm guessing we'll see that by dinnertime.
This isn't the case in Scotland. The North Atlantic is a turbulent part of the globe, ever changing with its winds, pressure, temperature, etc. The northern part of the British Isles feels the brunt of these changing moods. The locals around the countryside in Scotland say, "If you're not happy with the weather now, just wait 20 minutes and it will be different." How true is that. What a job it must be to be a meteorologist here, you can just about always be right.
I entered into Scotland by train on Friday passing through York and Newcastle England and then across the borders into sheep fields, thistle patches and coastline. Take a moment and think of a romantic film about a Scottish maiden waiting for her hero soldier to return from some war on the continent, or just think of the Outlander book series. You see the bluffs and the waves crashing against the rocks? Yeah, no seriously, the seaside by the North Sea is like that. Its just wild seeing the sea and then turning round and seeing the heather and mosses, it makes songs well up inside you!
Moving on. Edinburgh airport is gray, such great camouflage against the sky. I was picked up by car and we drove, in the rain through the "hills" to Auchterarder. Hills. rolling, one might have a lovely house on a hill, or go for an afternoon walk on a hill. PEOPLE DIE IN THE SCOTTISH HILLS. You can't build a house on them because the rocks are too steep! Classification of these hills are actually mountains, found that out during lunch, but the Scots are a modest people and prefer to call them hills. Much more endearing I say as well. Oh, we're going for a walk on one this weekend, should be lovely.
Stand by a hill here and look around, I think you'd see at least 30 different shades of green. Its almost unnerving. First of all you've got this bigass 'hill' at the back of you, then you look round and you see all this LIFE. Yes, plant life. It's freezing cold, but theres flora all around. This brings me back to my original point, the weather here is so bizarre that all theres left to do is GROW.
Take the rainforest right, it rains buckets there all the time and its hot as Hades thus making trees that are hundreds of feet high. Ye've not got the heat here, but the moisture definitly, and as living things do, they adapt. Shrubs, nettle, thistle, grasses here are so hearty they can withstand the winds and odd cold spells that turn up ohhhh, let say IN AUGUST. Crops are planted and fruit later in the year, but thrive. Here at Ochil Tower, we are totally organic, have been for 40 years, but still theres zucchini that are 10 inches in diameter and 18 inches long, that's one damn big squash.
In the time it took me to write this blog the temperature has dropped I'd guess 5 degrees outside and the cloud cover has gone from minimal to totally covered. The weatherman called for HEAVY RAIN today, I'm guessing we'll see that by dinnertime.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Clever Clever Romans
The Romans were a damn smart group of people. They built massive cities full of extremely modern architecture and engineering. They understood the stars, they were learned in language/politics/literature, they used plumbing for goodness sake! And they were so intelligent about where they put their shit.
The hill in Lincoln. A hill like many others, it's high, it has a good view from the top, when rain falls on it...the water rolls down. However, this hill is so good, when the Romans came to town what a thousand years ago, they looked at this hill and thought " Ain't nobody gonna mess with us up there", and so they built temples, an arena, government offices, etc. up there. And from then on the Hill was where it's at. Today yes, there's the Castle and the Cathedral (so so so nice), there's also a pub district because like the Romans pub owners are smart and they know that if people are doing a pub crawl around Lincoln, if they walk up the hill they'll be sober by the top therefore able to drink more when they get there.
There's also a nice sweet shop on a road up the hill, reminscent of Burty Bots (sp?) from Harry Potter. It's so small my friend Emma's boyfriend Sean and I had to que up outside. It's possible the store could only hold about 5 people max. 5 people all trying to gawk at the wondrous Toffies.
The hill in Lincoln. A hill like many others, it's high, it has a good view from the top, when rain falls on it...the water rolls down. However, this hill is so good, when the Romans came to town what a thousand years ago, they looked at this hill and thought " Ain't nobody gonna mess with us up there", and so they built temples, an arena, government offices, etc. up there. And from then on the Hill was where it's at. Today yes, there's the Castle and the Cathedral (so so so nice), there's also a pub district because like the Romans pub owners are smart and they know that if people are doing a pub crawl around Lincoln, if they walk up the hill they'll be sober by the top therefore able to drink more when they get there.
There's also a nice sweet shop on a road up the hill, reminscent of Burty Bots (sp?) from Harry Potter. It's so small my friend Emma's boyfriend Sean and I had to que up outside. It's possible the store could only hold about 5 people max. 5 people all trying to gawk at the wondrous Toffies.
A Hobbit serving tea and curry.
Trashy magazine? Check. Comfortable clothes? Check. Drammamine? Check. Seeing that the steward for my section of the plane oddly resembles Same from The Lord of the Rings...and is named Sam, not prepared for that.
So I was served tea, curry, and asked 'you alright?' by a Hobbit. Already experiencing too much turbulence for my taste, having an obvious fan of the Jersey Shore fashion stealing more than half of the arm rest, and realizing my ass is just too ghetto to be even slightly comfortable in the bathroom, having this character walking up and down the aisle every now and then just made the plane trip that much more enjoyable. Watching 'Good Hair' by Chris Rock, THAT my friends is a money movie definitly worth watching while trying to get your attention off the man snoring 5 rows back and that faint smell of B.O. and what is that? Patchoulie? Where's the hippie?
At one point during my epic journey to the Great North, I told myself stupidly, "Something HAS to go wrong, this is all being way too successful." Gosh am I dumb. Dumb Dumb Dumb. About half hour later, our train, which was on it's first day of travel, has to terminate in Peterborough. Definition of Peterborgouh--A hole of a city in which the main language consists of putting "idn't though" in every 4 to 5 words that vaguely resemble the Midlands English dialect. Luckily there was a train, delayed, right behind us that picked us up, offered us vouchers to compensate the delay/cancellation/general pain in the ass, and set forth for Newark Northgate station. One more transfer, right? Well, right. Ohhhh, but no one's ever SEEN a huge backpack before so let's all stare at the spectacle hmm? Bother.
Rambling done.
So I was served tea, curry, and asked 'you alright?' by a Hobbit. Already experiencing too much turbulence for my taste, having an obvious fan of the Jersey Shore fashion stealing more than half of the arm rest, and realizing my ass is just too ghetto to be even slightly comfortable in the bathroom, having this character walking up and down the aisle every now and then just made the plane trip that much more enjoyable. Watching 'Good Hair' by Chris Rock, THAT my friends is a money movie definitly worth watching while trying to get your attention off the man snoring 5 rows back and that faint smell of B.O. and what is that? Patchoulie? Where's the hippie?
At one point during my epic journey to the Great North, I told myself stupidly, "Something HAS to go wrong, this is all being way too successful." Gosh am I dumb. Dumb Dumb Dumb. About half hour later, our train, which was on it's first day of travel, has to terminate in Peterborough. Definition of Peterborgouh--A hole of a city in which the main language consists of putting "idn't though" in every 4 to 5 words that vaguely resemble the Midlands English dialect. Luckily there was a train, delayed, right behind us that picked us up, offered us vouchers to compensate the delay/cancellation/general pain in the ass, and set forth for Newark Northgate station. One more transfer, right? Well, right. Ohhhh, but no one's ever SEEN a huge backpack before so let's all stare at the spectacle hmm? Bother.
Rambling done.
Monday, July 5, 2010
packing an elephant into a ziploc bag
When anyone is moving, I believe the question arises in most peoples heads "Do I really need this?" or "Why do I still own this?" It's like a confirmation of hoarding and lack organization. Especially when you come upon things like pieces of sticky backing for hooks...w/o the hooks, or a piece of clothing that is a level of ugly unknown to the common person and is of a size that has never fit you...and hopefully never will.
I'm at the point in my preparations to depart Kent County that I've come to throwing out, donating, and having ritual sacrifices of items that I've called my own up until recently. Really, the Gap jeans that have more holes than stitches in or the faux Members Only jacket are very dear, but I'm pretty sure someone else can get some use out of them.
So next problem: deciding what to take and HOW. Ok, so I know I know Space Bags suck apparently, but I thinking with a little help from Duck Tape my enormous amount of belongings can be squeezed into a teeny tiny little space, hopefully. And then there's the non-clothes type things, like books. Isn't it hard, being an avid reader and thinking about which ones to bring along for the ride and which ones to leave...alone. Especially when faced with the task of working with kids, c'mon! I've decided definitely on The Lorax, Trout Trout Trout, and ...maybe a few more. SIGH. There's a library in the village, and probably at least one or more at the school, but but but, my books! My loves! Nerd? Yes.
Don't even get me started on shoes.
Monday, June 14, 2010
11 months later.....
About a year ago I started contemplating life after Echo Hill. The very thought brought a feeling of dread, anxiety, and occasional bouts of nausea and the shakes. This world here on the Chesapeake Bay in between the Chester and Sassafras Rivers has provided me a time of ignorant bliss, unforgettable memories, and a cluster of friends, now family that I will keep with me always. Since March 2008 I've been a Naturalist/Outdoor Educator for Echo Hill Outdoor School here in Kent County. It's one of those jobs that people ask of you, "Wow, how did you land that?" and "What do you do exactly?" I have this job because apparently I'm one of those special types of people that can work with whatever you've got and make anything happen, and I do kinda what I and the kids want.
I technically live w/ 20 people, who've been changing for the past 2+ years, but hell, when you really don't get to see other people 5 days a week, you get to know each other WELL. We're family. I didn't get the dorm experience in college and I now realize the dude upstairs has arranged for me to make up for that.
There are many reasons why I started thinking about leaving here. I'm still loving it and I want to leave while I do, not when I'm bitter and tired. I want to miss this place like I missed my childhood home going away to college. All the while I'm aching for the unknown, a challenge, and to get the hell out of Dodge for a bit.
And then I started looking, and looking, and applying. Good thing is there were no "You aren't qualified for this position." Tons of no responses, which I chose to think of those as "not worthies." Was it destiny that I found, got accepted and am now on my way to a small school in the hills of Central Scotland? Or that it was the ONLY ONE I got accepted to? Hmmm.
Well, whatever it is, thank goodness.
Come the first week of August, I will be in a "Coworker", doing what? Not really sure. Not really getting paid much, but it seems that I'll be very well taken care of. I've thought to myself, if people get paid next to nothing, live in the jungles and avoid deathly parasites on a daily basis I think I can manage to get by for a year in Scotland with enough change to buy that great shirt and a few beers every now and then. Plus, there HAS to be Hairy Cows abound somewhere close by. That's entertainment enough.
So this blog is here to chronicle this 'next big step' in the game of life. Come along, I'm sure there's going to be some crazy tales and great one-liners,and maybe something embarassing too.
I technically live w/ 20 people, who've been changing for the past 2+ years, but hell, when you really don't get to see other people 5 days a week, you get to know each other WELL. We're family. I didn't get the dorm experience in college and I now realize the dude upstairs has arranged for me to make up for that.
There are many reasons why I started thinking about leaving here. I'm still loving it and I want to leave while I do, not when I'm bitter and tired. I want to miss this place like I missed my childhood home going away to college. All the while I'm aching for the unknown, a challenge, and to get the hell out of Dodge for a bit.
And then I started looking, and looking, and applying. Good thing is there were no "You aren't qualified for this position." Tons of no responses, which I chose to think of those as "not worthies." Was it destiny that I found, got accepted and am now on my way to a small school in the hills of Central Scotland? Or that it was the ONLY ONE I got accepted to? Hmmm.
Well, whatever it is, thank goodness.
Come the first week of August, I will be in a "Coworker", doing what? Not really sure. Not really getting paid much, but it seems that I'll be very well taken care of. I've thought to myself, if people get paid next to nothing, live in the jungles and avoid deathly parasites on a daily basis I think I can manage to get by for a year in Scotland with enough change to buy that great shirt and a few beers every now and then. Plus, there HAS to be Hairy Cows abound somewhere close by. That's entertainment enough.
So this blog is here to chronicle this 'next big step' in the game of life. Come along, I'm sure there's going to be some crazy tales and great one-liners,and maybe something embarassing too.
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