I am not particularly fond of weatherpersons right now. All week they have been predicting the opposite of the outcome. It was supposed to rain late last week: I lugged my umbrella unnecessarily. My neck hurt from the extra weight, and I had an inordinate amount of sweat from wearing heavier clothing than was needed. Today I watched two news channels to check for precipitation. Yesterday I had a haircut and it looks really cute and I did not want rain to mar such a good hair day. Both channels said it wouldn't rain till late evening, so I left my umbrella at home. Noontime it was already drizzling! Blast! I feel like I'm watching Bizarro weather forecasts!
At least it was appropriate weather for Tartan Week. They hold this event every year in Grand Central Terminal, so I stopped by. Five travel brochures, two pens, and fantasic live music later, I feel a latent desire to return to Scotland. It's been nearly 12 years, and I'm slightly more mature than I was in my teenage body. It would be a great experience. Yet another possibility to contemplate...
2 comments:
If you do travel make sure you explore Glasgow properly (and yes, especially south of the river, I love the view from the top of Queens Park). It's often overlooked but has a greater sense of life than pretentious old Edinburgh. Of course, if you like pretentiousness...
Hi! Like your blog. I especially like your weather post. Wouldn't you just love to have a well paying job where you could be wrong 75% of the time? I would!
Grins from one cat lady to another...
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