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Not quite a quiet couple of weeks...
I've split the candle in two, and I've been burning it at 4 ends.
I think it's partly to help avoid and recover from some pretty extreme emotional stress over the last couple of weeks, but there's also a lot of opportunity around at the moment for going out and having fun.
Last weekend was the tail end of the Edinburgh Festival, a Glasgow Singles Singles night (which was hysterical for many reasons, not least of which was that I wasn't actually looking to meet anyone, and that I was accompanied by a friend who had been single for around 9 hours, and was. I was successful, he wasn't. I did get to dance for 90 uninterrupted minutes though, which was great.
I had planned a quiet weekend to make up for that one, and all was fine until I was on the train back to Glasgow on Thursday night. The same friend called me, we met in town, and that was another late night. While we were out another friend called me and invited me over on Saturday for steak, wine, and some music.
On Friday I went to Neu Reekie, a monthly thing in Edinburgh best described as a Happening. Poetry, music, animation, and some uncategorisable stuff. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and made it back to Glasgow not long after midnight.
That meant I had a longish lie on Saturday, and then popped back through to Edinburgh by bike and train to spend the afternoon at the Mela. It was a little smaller than the Glasgow version, but none the worse for that. I took in some bangrha, a Senagalese world music group, some Gamalen dancing and, best of all, a Canadian group called Delhi to Dublin, who take fusion to a new, and enjoyable level. I'd have liked to stay longer, but rushed off after five to get the train back to Glasgow and have dinner with Eric. We had some good chat (he's been a rock during my current and hopefully complete relationship breakup) and he cooked some very good steak and some better than very good potatoes. We then spent a couple of hours listening to Townes van Zandt, with him working out the chords on his guitar as we went, and me adding some vocals. I'm amazed by how Eric's playing has come along, and by my ability to remember most of the lyrics to "Live At The Old Quarter" (probably the finest live album ever released). Linsay joined us after midnight for port, cheese and chat, and I stayed over.
I slipped out before they got up, went to the gym to sit in the jacuzzi, and then attended my Gran's 93rd birthday party. She enjoyed being the centre of attention, read all her cards, and got a little emotional when the cake was brought out. Considering she wasn't expected to survive her last visit to hospital, she's doing really well. Not walking too well since the hip op last year, but quite lucid and glad to see us.
I also got to see my brother and my twin nieces, and my mum made a nice lunch.
I was tempted to head back through to Edinburgh to see the Orb close the Mela and the fireworks close the festival, but decided to chill, read, hang some pictures and play some chess. That's worked well, so now it's off for some supper and an early night.
Someone pointed out the other day that I've not had a particularly smooth time of it over the last 18 months or so. I haven't really noticed, being so caught up in the continually unfolding events, but he's right. What I need is a prolonged period of boredom. Maybe that will start this week.
I think it's partly to help avoid and recover from some pretty extreme emotional stress over the last couple of weeks, but there's also a lot of opportunity around at the moment for going out and having fun.
Last weekend was the tail end of the Edinburgh Festival, a Glasgow Singles Singles night (which was hysterical for many reasons, not least of which was that I wasn't actually looking to meet anyone, and that I was accompanied by a friend who had been single for around 9 hours, and was. I was successful, he wasn't. I did get to dance for 90 uninterrupted minutes though, which was great.
I had planned a quiet weekend to make up for that one, and all was fine until I was on the train back to Glasgow on Thursday night. The same friend called me, we met in town, and that was another late night. While we were out another friend called me and invited me over on Saturday for steak, wine, and some music.
On Friday I went to Neu Reekie, a monthly thing in Edinburgh best described as a Happening. Poetry, music, animation, and some uncategorisable stuff. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and made it back to Glasgow not long after midnight.
That meant I had a longish lie on Saturday, and then popped back through to Edinburgh by bike and train to spend the afternoon at the Mela. It was a little smaller than the Glasgow version, but none the worse for that. I took in some bangrha, a Senagalese world music group, some Gamalen dancing and, best of all, a Canadian group called Delhi to Dublin, who take fusion to a new, and enjoyable level. I'd have liked to stay longer, but rushed off after five to get the train back to Glasgow and have dinner with Eric. We had some good chat (he's been a rock during my current and hopefully complete relationship breakup) and he cooked some very good steak and some better than very good potatoes. We then spent a couple of hours listening to Townes van Zandt, with him working out the chords on his guitar as we went, and me adding some vocals. I'm amazed by how Eric's playing has come along, and by my ability to remember most of the lyrics to "Live At The Old Quarter" (probably the finest live album ever released). Linsay joined us after midnight for port, cheese and chat, and I stayed over.
I slipped out before they got up, went to the gym to sit in the jacuzzi, and then attended my Gran's 93rd birthday party. She enjoyed being the centre of attention, read all her cards, and got a little emotional when the cake was brought out. Considering she wasn't expected to survive her last visit to hospital, she's doing really well. Not walking too well since the hip op last year, but quite lucid and glad to see us.
I also got to see my brother and my twin nieces, and my mum made a nice lunch.
I was tempted to head back through to Edinburgh to see the Orb close the Mela and the fireworks close the festival, but decided to chill, read, hang some pictures and play some chess. That's worked well, so now it's off for some supper and an early night.
Someone pointed out the other day that I've not had a particularly smooth time of it over the last 18 months or so. I haven't really noticed, being so caught up in the continually unfolding events, but he's right. What I need is a prolonged period of boredom. Maybe that will start this week.
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