triskellian: (swimming)
This weekend's contenders for best. thing. evar. are as follows:

  • swimming in the river under a clear starry sky, with occasional meteors
  • making Eton mess in a billy can
  • the ice cream boat!

Would you like to know more? )

Holidays!

Jun. 8th, 2008 07:50 pm
triskellian: (katamari)
Just back from a holiday where I met lots of lovely new people, played several role playing games, ) swam in the lake six times, ) did lots of knitting, ) watched some Buffy ) and, ahem, rolled up rather a lot of the world. )

Holidays are great :-)
triskellian: (make my own fun)
I spent last week living with 26 roleplayers in a large manor house in Northumberland, playing games, lazing around, eating food, and immersing myself in large bodies of water, which I was able to do on 75% of the days. Clearly a success by my holiday standards :-)

Saturday: hot and soapy )

Sunday: hot and chlorinated )

Monday: cold and salty )

Tuesday: hot and soapy )

Wednesday: cold and salty )

Thursday: hot and chlorinated )

Friday: no immersion in water :-( )

Saturday: no immersion in water... )

Thank you, everyone who came, who ran games, who cooked, and washed up, and did anything else to make it as much fun as it was :-)
triskellian: (holidays)

Off on holiday tomorrow at silly o'clock.

  • Shedloads of organisation done? Check
  • Lists made? Many
  • Work deadlines met? Check
  • Clothes packed? Check
  • Books selected? Check
  • Not-clothes packed? Mostly
  • Car cleared out? Check
  • Washing up done? Check
  • Cat feeders arranged? Check
  • Thinks: what have I forgotten?

I hate the immediate run-up to holidays. Rationally, I'm well aware that anything I've forgotten can be done without or got when I'm there; I know that I really have done a lot of organising, that it will all probably be fine, that if it's not all fine it will be because of circumstances beyond my control, and it'll still be basically fine in the long run anyway. I know this, but still, I sleep badly, and have dreams of everything going wrong in new and inventive ways.

But unless circumstances beyond my control intervene, this time tomorrow I'll be there, and everything will be fine.

triskellian: (queen)
Today we went to the American Dime Museum. )

Then it was on to the Walters Art Museum )
triskellian: (queen)
There were things I was going to write about the rest of our stay in Racine, but I've mostly forgotten them now, so I'll content myself with saying: I swam in Lake Michigan! Twice! It was lovely :-)

We spent our anniversary in Chicago... )

And then got on a flight to Baltimore... )

And a final note, for those of you in the UK, which I hear is grey and rainy: it's hot here. Very, very hot by my standards, although I've been thoroughly mocked by several natives for saying this - apparently it was even hotter a couple of months ago.
triskellian: (sea)
So we're now safely installed in Racine, Wisconsin (21 hour trip. We were very tired when we arrived last night). We're here (Racine, that is, not the US in general) solely because it's where the Western Martial Arts Workshop 2005 is, and pretty much all we knew about the place before we got here is it's on the shores of Lake Michigan. So I was surprised and delighted to discover while driving around looking for a non-existent yarn store this morning, that not only does Lake Michigan count as the sea for all intents and purposes (all my intents and purposes, anyway), but Racine has a beautiful sandy beach! Sadly I wasn't prepared for this, so I arrived wearing jeans and boots, and without swimsuit or towel, but I'm forming plans.

The strangeness of the subject of this post is from another part of this morning's entertainments: shopping in the mall across the road from the hotel. For the most part, this was fun, and I'm amazed at how friendly and helpful all the shop assistants are - one of them, having told me he didn't have the thing I was after1 checked with his manager after I'd wandered off, and then left the shop store to walk down the mall and find me to tell me he did have it after all. And almost every place I went into, people said hi, started a friendly conversation, and they all seemed unduly pleased to discover I'm English2. But this actually confuses some of my normal shopping instincts. When someone working in a store says hi, I can't tell if they're just making small talk (which is welcome) or about to try and sell me something I don't need (which isn't). The first time I fell for this, it took a while to explain that no, I don't need a US cell phone3.

Actually, the roads are pretty strange, too. The speed limits are all really low, and the lane etiquette is bizarre. I mean, there doesn't seem to be any. Pick a lane at random, and pootle along in it. Overtake on either side if you fancy it. And there's hardly anything in the way of signage to confirm you're on the right road. Pick a road according to a destination mentioned on a signpost, and you'll get no further mention of that destination till it's time to leave the road, which worried us driving out of Chicago yesterday.

1USB phone charger. [livejournal.com profile] smiorgan's charger isn't working, and there seems little point buying a US charger when a USB charger would continue to be useful at home.

2I don't usually think of myself as English, so much as British, but the first person we had this conversation with, on a bus at O'Hare airport yesterday, didn't understand "UK" or "Great Britain" and only worked out where we were from when we said "England".

3Oooh, get me with the lingo ;-)
triskellian: (literary lovers)
Posting poetry seems to be fashionable this week. This is an excerpt from "The Pied Piper of Hamelin" by Robert Browning.

Once more he stept into the street,
And to his lips again
Laid his long pipe of smooth straight cane;
And ere he blew three notes (such sweet
Soft notes as yet musician's cunning
Never gave the enraptured air)
There was a rustling that seemed like a bustling
Of merry crowds justling at pitching and hustling,
Small feet were pattering, wooden shoes clattering,
Little hands clapping and little tongues chattering,
And, like fowls in a farm-yard when barley is scattering,
Out came the children running.
All the little boys and girls,
With rosy cheeks and flaxen curls,
And sparkling eyes and teeth like pearls,
Tripping and skipping, ran merrily after
The wonderful music with shouting and laughter.

(Full text available here: http://www.indiana.edu/~librcsd/etext/piper/text.html)

Incidentally, whilst in Venice, [livejournal.com profile] smiorgan and I visited Ca'Rezzonico, where Browning died.

Food

Sep. 27th, 2004 01:38 pm
triskellian: (mask)
What did I have for lunch on Saturday? A thin, crispy pizza, with topping made from real tomatoes*, nice mozzarella and San Daniele cured ham, accompanied by a glass of cold fizzy Prosecco.

What did I have for lunch today? A cheese sandwich from the work canteen.

<sulks>

*Those who have previously visited Italy will no doubt tell me I'm way behind the times in deciding that those round red salad fruit things they sell in supermarkets in this country are in no way related to the tomatoes we ate in Venice.
triskellian: (cube)
My weekend was defined by water.

I spent most of Saturday in search of a large body of salt water in which to immerse myself. The water we found in the end was technically estuary rather than sea, and sadly lacking in waves, but was at least salty. If also slightly grim and grotty.

On Sunday, less intentionally, I poured boiling water over my left hand, and, more intentionally, spent several subsequent hours holding my hand under taps, in bags of ice and bowls of water in a (mostly vain at the time) effort to stop it hurting. Now it's only my thumb that still hurts, in a paradoxical numb-but-sore way.

Other news: in six weeks time, it'll all be over.
triskellian: (yum)
I throw 'favourites' about with wild abandon. I can often be heard claiming all sorts of things as 'one of my favourite things'. So, in my own personal example of the dilution of the language, I no longer seem to have adequate words to describe how I was feeling at about 5pm on Sunday )

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