NOTE: This is the blog that I started to write before I went to Greece and was too sick to finish it. I'm back from Greece now, but I thought I would finish this blog before I start my Greece one and catch everyone up on what I was doing BEFORE I went to Greece. The Greece blog will be coming soon. How many times can I write "Greece" in one paragraph. "Greece. Greece. Greece!"
So, I get to write this blog in the morning because I am home sick. How many throat infections/strep throat/tonsillitis do I have to get before doctors start to wonder if there is something they can do to prevent it from happening in the future? I went to the walk-in clinic this morning when it opened (though I debated the emergency room last night) and I cried in the office like a child. Seriously, being unable to control your emotions due to pain is a very humbling experience. The nurse wanted to know why I "waited so long to come in." And, it's this catch 22 with doctors, because, if you come in too soon they tell you you haven't waited long enough, but when you come in when you are too sick to open your mouth, they tell you you've waited too long. I always vote for the latter: it probably comes from my father and his procrastination when it comes to doctors. That, and the fact that when you are REALLY sick, they don't pussyfoot around giving you medicine to make you feel better. (And this time, the nurse felt so bad for me, that she gave me all sorts of trial medicine from the cabinet and didn't make me pay for it. YES!!) In any case, my throat is almost at the point where I can swallow water without immense pain, but I also can't feel my feet. Or my elbows.
So, since I've last written I haven't taken any photographs...and not for lack of opportunity. I just keep rushing out of the house these days without my camera! Life has been pretty stressful lately, but I'm trying not to let it get to me. Let me get organized...here's the situation on the house:
We are moving on Friday. Which also happens to be the day I am getting on a plane to Greece. Which also happens to be while I will probably still be deliriously sick. The new house is right down the street though, which is a huge bonus in terms of moving. I don't love the house like I have grown to love this one, for two main reasons--it is all carpeted (no wood floors :( ) and the kitchen is TINY. I keep having actual nightmares when I go to sleep thinking about where we are going to put all the kitchen stuff we own. I know, I know...totally lame reason to be having nightmares. ha.
Alright, so, before getting sick and stressed about the move (and lack of funds), things are pretty positive here. I'm back on the up-and-up when it comes to London. I worked at a school practically down the street from me for a week and a half and it was awesome. I taught my kids how to play kickball, and it was quite the sight. Kids here play ROUNDERS not BASEBALL, so they didn't get the idea of base-running. They kept trying to stand on the same base together, or "round" each other on the bases as you do in rounders. It really was a spectacle. Good craic though.
I recently got stopped on the street and asked for directions. I have FINALLY graduated to LONDONER status. You know what I mean, New Yorkers...I LOOK like the kind of person who LOOKS like they would know how to get places. YAY. (And furthermore, I actually WAS able to give proper directions.)
*It is extremely difficult to write this blog SO far in the past tense, by the way. It all seems mundane now. Ha. My life probably always seems mundane to you guys :) *
The last real catch-up point before Greece was that the weekend before Greece Eric came to London, again. He's awesome, and moving to Argentina, and that makes me kind of sad. Why do all the cool people always leave the places that I live? (NOT that he REALLY lives in London, anyway.) It was a cause for some SERIOUS trouble. He, Jason, and I did a Monopoly Pub Crawl...as in...you go to pubs around the London monopoly board. I was the pub-crawl baby-sitter, as I have decided that pub crawls are a generally bad idea...but it was serious trouble for pretty much everyone else involved. (Let me just say...did you KNOW there are 26 spaces on the Monopoly board?) Incidentally, we fiiiiinally saw Synecdoche, New York with Phillip Seymour Hoffman, which was recommended to me by Sarah Caufield, and, I can't say that I loved it. I know it was "acclaimed" and all, but I think it was just a little bit too odd for me...and a little bit too depressing. Has anyone else seen it? Thoughts?
Oh, that was supposed to be the "last real catch-up point," but also, I went with Adam and some others to a festival called the Stag and Dagger in Shoreditch. (Shoreditch, for all you non-London-o-philes, is where all the cool kids hang out.) I braved a queue without the boys because they couldn't handle waiting, and I got to see the Cold War Kids up close. It was pretty bad-ass...and luckily, I DO actually have a picture of that, to reward all of you who braved it to the end of this blog.
Look, the dude from Cold War Kids is conducting us in a rendition of "Hang Me Up To Dry" for an upcoming live album.Love you all, and much more interesting blogs about Turkey and CRAZY recent London happenings to boot. (I PROMISE the upcoming two blogs will be juicier, to say the least.)
Love,
Hammer
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