prosy: a multi-purpose word meaning deliciously quiet, delightfully commonplace, or wonderfully ordinary. ex: a fall day with a little gray rain and a little sunshine, a quiet stroll, or an evening in with tea and a friend or a book.
Isn't that nice? Anyway, I realized that it's been a long time since some of you have heard from me and I wanted you to know that I'm still alive and well. More than well. I'm happy. But there's not a lot to write about. I'll show you what I mean - Here's a typical day:
7am - Sarah wakes up and I roll over and go back to sleep.
Isn't that nice? Anyway, I realized that it's been a long time since some of you have heard from me and I wanted you to know that I'm still alive and well. More than well. I'm happy. But there's not a lot to write about. I'll show you what I mean - Here's a typical day:
7am - Sarah wakes up and I roll over and go back to sleep.
8:45am - I make myself wake up and get ready for work. Yay cereal!
9:30am - I need to be out the door if I'm going to get to work on time.
travel time depends on whether or not there are delays on the Circle Line on the Tube. When there are, I get very annoyed, especially if I am running late. But if I'm not, I just sit back with my music and wait.
10:30am - My lunch shift starts at work. I help set up the restaurant, eat, chat with my co-workers and serve people food until 5:30pm. If I'm working a double I get a break from 3:30pm till 5:30pm and then I do it all over again until about 11pm.
If I've only worked lunch then I travel home where Sarah's making dinner and we just have a quiet evening and then go to bed. If I work a double then I catch the bus home and get to sleep around 1pm because I have to wind down for a little while. I like those late nights where I'm the only one awake. There's someone else near to me, but I can just browse the internet silently or chat with friends before I go to sleep.
See? Quiet. Simple. Prosy.
That's not to say that there aren't crazy, unexpected, frustrating, hilarious, ridiculous moments that fill up my week-days. Because there are. And I love it. I like being here. I like being simple. I like Sarah and I like London. But I miss people in the States, so I'll come home in March. Sound good? :)
9 comments:
Your blogs are so very you. I love that.
It's good to hear from you, but it sounds as if you're having way to much fun! Keep the blogs coming.
Grandpa jack
what a great blog. i love reading about your life in London. England has always been a place that i wanted and still want to go to. i look forward to reading more. have a great day. i love you.
i love ya lis! i would have to second your mom's comment. i am glad that your days are quiet and simple, yet glorious in their own way. :-) (ps...have you been to bunac to check mail lately?)
home in march? sounds great!! :D cant wait!
Yay prosy! And yay, you coming home in March, and you and Jessica coming to sleep in my living room! I'm going to write in my journal tonight, just because your blog made me think of it. I love you.
Hey Lisa,
I've been loving your thoughts and comments on this adventure your taking.
I don't know why I hadn't put this together any earlier. Most likely because as much as I love these dear friends, we only connect once or twice a decade. My good childhood friend, Ania Driscoll is teaching in London right now. (She's the one that had your bedroom long before your parents were ever "an item".) Wonderful people. Although Ania and her Swedish husband, Jan, are very scientific (both are marine biologists) I consider them my bohemian friends. They picked up and moved, along with their sons--Kevin and Soren, from Kona, HI to London a couple of years ago. I wrote to Ania to see if they were still on the other side of the pond, and she sent me location (near Regents park) and phone number and such. So if you are looking for a little bit of home, really home, e-mail me and I'll forward her response.
Love you boodles,
Aunt E~~~~~~~
hey Lisa, your mom is on her way. i wish i was with her. so i was thinking is your mom staying in your flat? i have heard how small your place is and was just wondering. can't wait to see pictures. please email me so we can chat back and fourth. your mom gave me your email but i lost it. mine is sue-sunderland@comcast.net or at my work sue.sunderland@chartercom.com. give your mom hugs for me and tell her to give you hugs for me. miss ya sweet heart. i have ultra sound pics i can email you if you want.
Such a wonderful thing you are able and willing to do - sharing your adventure with us. Thank you!
This poem was in our newspaper today. It made me wonder if your weather is anything like ours and I thought you might enjoy it.
By Pat Timm, a local weather specialist
At this time of year when we celebrate Thanksgiving and turn our thoughts toward family, good food and counting our blessings, I always think about how blessed we are for the weather in the Pacific Northwest.
Sure, we usually get lots of rain and the days of winter can be dark and gloomy, but spring through autumn is really worth living for.
We are spared multiple attacks from hurricanes, tornadoes, ice storms and other severe weather episodes.
Occasionally, we get a big blow or a few inches of snow that shuts the city down for a short while.
Much of our weather is nothing more than an annoyance as we dash through our daily activities.
I want to offer my annual Thanksgiving poem:
"I look up at the sky and give thanks for the rain, hail, and snows; to fulfill our needs as only our creater knows. We complain about the heat, the cold, and the rain; but we're given a variety to keep us sane.
"The dark clouds may come, but a rainbow will appear, to comfort and tell us our creator is near. We're given the seasons -- summer, fall, winter, and spring; each with their own weather they do bring. Symbolizing a beginning, growth, and death. But the wind keeps on blowing and never runs out of breath.
"We have acquired the knowledge of the sky, and will keep on learning, that's no lie. As a shower that moves through and off to the east, this I would like to say at least: "Have a great Thanksgiving and a wonderful feast."
Grandma Giesy
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