So, all the way back to Monday... That night was pretty great. Anne (my aunt) came over with two of my cousins, Matthew (18 and almost as tall as my dad, when did this happen??) and Mollie (13 and the same friendly kid I’ve always gotten along with). Caitlin, the third in their family (16 and horse obsessed, a bit like if Rachel rode English) is still up in Wales where she works on a farm. Anyways, Mollie and I went on this here ancient computer so she could show me “bebo.com”, allegedly myspace but better, and we hung around until the guys (Dad, Matthew, and Papa) got back from their trip to the pub.
Then I took an amazingly long shower (essentially, no line of pilgrims yelling at you to hurry up and get out is brilliant), and went to bed at about ten. Crashed instantly. When you’ve been awake until two in the morning for an entire week, sleep is very much your friend.
I slept in, too, until quarter past eleven, when Calum and this trumpeter he’s been working with over here started their lesson. Love my brother, love trumpet, but I love sleep. I got up anyways. Calum is going to be good one day if he sticks with it, he’s already decent and getting towards out-passing the kids in concert band. Marching band needs more trumpets.
Argg I miss people.
Anyways, the man stayed for lunch. I love eating here; my grandmother’s food is so natural, you eat and feel good, not like going to a fast food place or even a high-scale restaurant where the portions are the size of your face. Soup and bread and cheese and salad and water and the feeling of health.
Hopefully after the lunch table discussion my dad will come around…honestly, it’s only an hour and a half once a week…half an hour oboe lesson, half an hour snare lesson, half an hour saxophone lesson.
Oboe - I love my oboe. I love the parts it gets, the mixture of melody and harmony, I love the feel of the instrument and of being my own section, I’ve been playing it for four years and I’m sure not going to give up now.
Snare - To help with drum line. I love snares, and I want more than anything to play one…just once…
Saxophone - I have this insane dream of playing in a college marching band. Crazy. But the section that is guaranteed to make cuts is percussion, and I’m definitely not good enough. Saxophone might help be get where I want to be…
Then we went up to Hope Bothy for Tuesday - Wednesday. Lots of memories from that place. I skimmed through the logbooks and found things I'd written back when I was five and ten. And now I'm fifteen. Random 5-year jumps? Cool.
Calum and I climbed Bucket Hill (what I'm standing on in the picture) for the...third time? Second time just the two of us. I kind of dragged him up, the lazy slug. Love that kid. =) He played in the river like he was still eight years old, and I sat in front of the fireplace and thought. It's amazingly relaxing, no electricity, no computer, no phone, just you and your thoughts. I love it to death. And maybe my shoes and soaking wet and covered in "essence of sheep" but hey, that's the price of peace. I'm not complaining. =)
When we got home last night, Dad and I went to see the newest Harry Potter movie. I cried. Much of it was skippy and bad and you wouldn't understand it if you hadn't read the books, but the patronuses scene was great, their fight in the Department of Mysteries was very well done, Luna and Umbridge were brilliantly cast, there was one scene with Fred and George comforting a little boy who'd been put through the punishment (basically torture) of having to writes lines that got carved into the back of his hand, and that was touching...and wow, a run on sentence but who's looking? The scene that made me cry was harry lying on the floor of the department of Mysteries in the last battle, fighting Voldemort inside his head, and having a flashback of all the good times he and his friends and family had had, through clips from the past movies. It made me really, really miss everybody back home, worse then ever before. So, I'm thinking of you guys. Miss you all. =)
We're off somewhere, a museum I think. Must go! As Christa says, hugs and hearts.
--Iona
4 responses:
Hi Honey
You look very happy on top of Bucket Hill! I'm glad you looked through the old log books, brings back lots of memories I'm sure! I still can't believe you walked all that way when you were only 2. It took a long time but you loved every minute of it! Have fun at the museum and I look forward to your next post. See you on Sunday at the airport. I'm sure it will be nice to be home again. Poor Dad has to catch another plane for business but only for one night and then he will be home too.
Miss you tons!
Love
Mom
Hey Iona, gotta keep this short i don't have wifi for very long, sorry you cant get ahold of me i am in the middle of nowhere but we are going some 300 odd miles today so maybe i will get serviece,
i miss you
cya later
Tom COsgrove
Iona
Where was the paragraph saying what a fine pool player your dad is?
Love you much, you and Calum have been great to travel with and much appreciated by your grandparents.
:: Dad ::
Mom - Happy to get to the top, very tired of going uphill. That thing is steep! Yes, memories abound...and i know, I must have been a crazy two-year-old...big hill... I can't wait to be home...partially sarcasm, there's so much to do...arg. Miss you && love you lots.
Tom - Don't apologize, I'm sorry for leaving you random rambling voice mails. I've been doing the same to Rachel, who may be ready to strangle me for it. =) Be careful driving, hope you find something to entertain you. I miss you too. <3
Dad - Why do you comment when we're in the same house? And yes, I know, you're an amazing pool player. Only because you can make the balls do that funny hopping thing. =)
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