That Time

A year ago today Kelly and I were driving down Route 66, listening to Regina Spektor. We stopped at the Red Barn and a watermelon patch, ignoring a sign warning ‘BRIDGE OUT’ because there wasn’t any bridge to begin with, and were laughing too hard about the shaking of the corn to stop at the Blue Whale. Has it really only been a year?

Yesterday, in one fell swoop, my mother increased my library here by 16%. I shall be occupied for quite some time. They’re good books too. Thank you. It’s been raining nonstop since the afternoon and I have much enjoyed putting my new rain boots to good use. I can walk in the rain and through puddles and my feet stay dry and warm. It’s amazing. How did I manage to live in Scotland for ten months without rain boots? I guess I just had wet feet.

The cinema in Dundee is a real cinema. Meaning it has more than three screens. There was even an escalator and previews before the movie began. It is, however, apparently a UK thing to leave the lights on, ever so dimly, during the film. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince was definitely worth waking up at 6:30 am to go see. We are going to see it again on Sunday. I am still incredulous that Brittn saw the film two hours before I did even though she is in the Pacific NW.