Day 161 of Project 365: Stretching time.

When we arrived at the airport this evening to drop my mom off, the check-in desk was closed. Since the sign on it said it would still be closed for an hour yet, we all piled back in the car and went to Pix Patisserie and had coffee and macarons.

I know you can’t really stretch time, but it was almost like we could. Just for an hour, the flower unbloomed.

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Writing from: my suddenly-empty study. Listening to: “The Nearness of You” by Bill Charlap.…

Day 23 of Project 365: The procession of lamps.

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Tonight our farewell to some friends at our local pub ended with FunkyPlaid and I giving away most of our (UK-wired) lamps. Watching them file out the door, toting lamps and shades and bulbs, gave us a serious case of the giggles.

If you have to say goodbye to people you adore, which in this world appears to be unavoidable, I highly recommend giving them lamps. Lamps are the best sort of consolation prize. Lamps say, “Here, I know I won’t be around as much anymore, but I care about your eyesight.”

(Also, having the giggles makes the goodbye a little more manageable.)

I should have seen the signs present even in this photo: the giant red shade lurking above our heads, the stern line of black pendants above the bar, the fairy-lights peeking out the window. Lamps: they’re everywhere once you start looking for them.

Writing from: a mostly-dark bedroom in Edinburgh. Listening to: FunkyPlaid playing “The Silent Age”.

Day 15 of Project 365: The important thing.


Goodbyes are piling up faster than I can catalogue them. Tonight’s was in St Andrews, where FunkyPlaid received this wonderful card. We agreed that it reminded us of my friend Mako Shark’s illustrations. (The Nessie card pictured is from Ohh Deer.)

The peril with this project is that some days I don’t have anything to say. When I started this up again, I conveniently forgot about that part.

Writing from: a chilly lounge in Edinburgh. Listening to: “Viva La Vida” by Puddles Pity Party and Postmodern Jukebox.

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