Day Twenty
WONDERFUL day. Absolutely fantastic! Brilliant! Molto bene!*
I started off the day with another late wake-up, and had my toast for breakfast. Then we headed out at noon and left Jean's house, all of our bags packed up and squeezed tightly in the car. It would take about 20 minutes to get to Cardiff Bay, where we were heading. We walked around, exploring the area to kill some time until 2:00. We ate ate Eddie's American Diner, and I had some fries (notice how I said fries and not chips). It was funny to see what the American stereotype was in Cardiff. Pretty much a 50's diner. But it was good.
AND THEN AT 2:00, THE TIME CAME. Doctor Who Experience time, to be precise! It is a guided tour for about 20 minutes, where you pretend to be in the actual TARDIS and help the Doctor land her safely. It was really great how the rooms were decorated to look like the TARDIS walls and the central core and everything.... It looked very real! And there were many TARDIS life-size models that you walked in. And many dalek and weeping angel statues, all very life-like! When the group tour ended, you walk into a museum that you can roam around in your own time. There were two floors. There were many things about the revived Doctor Who series at first; it really did go into detail about the old series, as well. I'm extremely glad it wasn't just all Matt Smith stuff. Anyway, there were replicas of a lot of baddies and things the Doctor has come into contact with throughout his travels. And it had little info boards about what the figurines were, what episode(s) they were in, and what they did in relation to the Doctor. There was even a dalek that you could walk into and control the arms and eye-piece!!! One of my favourite things was that at the end of the room, it had a section that was built to look like the inside of Ten's TARDIS. Now, I don't really like to pick favorites, but if I had to choose I would say that David Tennant did the best portrayal of the Doctor. And they had Ten's TARDIS interior that you could walk into, and it was really sad... but bittersweet, almost. It had a few things about Rose in it too, which also of course made me tear up! But the whole place was absolutely PACKED with stuff. I had a wonderful, wonderful time. And then the gift shop was rather extensive, as well. I only got a keychain, because I have to watch how much I bring back in fear of being over the weight limit in the airport. But I like it. It's nice and simple. And it's a good momento of the great time I had. Ah, what a wonderful day. It re-inspired my love for the fandom entirely!
Well after all of that excitement, we walked around Cardiff bay a bit more, then drove to Sutton. Yeah... that's a good 3 1/2 hour drive right there. Not fun, but when you've got an iPod full of deadmau5, Pink Floyd, and Alanis Morissette, it isn't as bad. We arrived and got settled, then got takeaway from an Indian restaurant. I had my usual chicken tikka masala, which was really good.
Today was just.... it was absolutely wonderful. These days don't come often for me, really. For anyone, I'd bet. When they do come, I try to embrace how good I am feeling as much as I can. Days like these are the days that you remember for a long, long time. Whenever you find yourself in one of these blissfully happy situations, make the most of it and try to remember exactly how well you felt. It'll make for a better memory, and you'll enjoy yourself much more in the end.
*Italian: "Very good!"
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Friday, June 14, 2013
6/14
Day Nineteen
Had a rather odd start this morning, waking up a bit early and then getting the news that a baby bird was in the kitchen. Frances had found it because one of her cats brought it in, and it was alive, so we put it in a box and fed it small worms every once in a while. We're keeping it until an animal shelter can come 'round by the house and pick it up to care for it. But after that strange occurance, I took a shower and did my final packing. I can't believe today was my last day with my grandmother. I'll miss her, and my other family, and the dogs, and all of Devon... Ah, well.
I'm in Cardiff now, staying with Jean, my dad's step-mother. When we arrived, we unpacked a little bit and got settled, and then we took a nice walk around the neighbourhood. It was a nice chance for my dad to see what had changed since the last time he had been here. The last time I was here.. Well, that was a long while ago. I think I was about seven... around there, yeah.
After our walk, we came back and settled in the house some more. I spent most of the time on the computer, getting ready for the blog entry tonight and checking everything so I wouldn't have to later... basically just killing time. But when it came 8:00, we went out to the local pub. I was going to have a caesar salad, but the dressing was not G.F. so I ended up asking for honey mustard instead which also turned out to have gluten. So I had dry, think chicken breast strips thrown on top of a few lettuce leaves. It wasn't the best food ever, but I had a nice time talking to everyone and seeing the pub and the surrounding area.
With full bellies--well, most of us-- we went home and had coffee and biscuits and chatted for a while. I had to escape the conversation after about half an hour to write today's update. Annnddd now it is raining! I'm starting to hear the pounding of rain on the window before me. Such an oddly lovely sound...
You know whenever you meet someone, and they change your life? That can be a really good experience, or a really bad one. It depends on how the relationship goes. It's never good to end a friendship on a bad note. Even if you feel like you're getting even, staying on bad terms won't do you any favours in the future... and it might also leave you in a very awkward situation. So no matter how good it feels to ignore someone or be rude to them, please treat everyone kindly and don't leave your problems unsolved. It sucks when it catches up to you. Merci.*
*French: "Thank you."
Had a rather odd start this morning, waking up a bit early and then getting the news that a baby bird was in the kitchen. Frances had found it because one of her cats brought it in, and it was alive, so we put it in a box and fed it small worms every once in a while. We're keeping it until an animal shelter can come 'round by the house and pick it up to care for it. But after that strange occurance, I took a shower and did my final packing. I can't believe today was my last day with my grandmother. I'll miss her, and my other family, and the dogs, and all of Devon... Ah, well.
I'm in Cardiff now, staying with Jean, my dad's step-mother. When we arrived, we unpacked a little bit and got settled, and then we took a nice walk around the neighbourhood. It was a nice chance for my dad to see what had changed since the last time he had been here. The last time I was here.. Well, that was a long while ago. I think I was about seven... around there, yeah.
After our walk, we came back and settled in the house some more. I spent most of the time on the computer, getting ready for the blog entry tonight and checking everything so I wouldn't have to later... basically just killing time. But when it came 8:00, we went out to the local pub. I was going to have a caesar salad, but the dressing was not G.F. so I ended up asking for honey mustard instead which also turned out to have gluten. So I had dry, think chicken breast strips thrown on top of a few lettuce leaves. It wasn't the best food ever, but I had a nice time talking to everyone and seeing the pub and the surrounding area.
With full bellies--well, most of us-- we went home and had coffee and biscuits and chatted for a while. I had to escape the conversation after about half an hour to write today's update. Annnddd now it is raining! I'm starting to hear the pounding of rain on the window before me. Such an oddly lovely sound...
You know whenever you meet someone, and they change your life? That can be a really good experience, or a really bad one. It depends on how the relationship goes. It's never good to end a friendship on a bad note. Even if you feel like you're getting even, staying on bad terms won't do you any favours in the future... and it might also leave you in a very awkward situation. So no matter how good it feels to ignore someone or be rude to them, please treat everyone kindly and don't leave your problems unsolved. It sucks when it catches up to you. Merci.*
*French: "Thank you."
Thursday, June 13, 2013
6/13
Day Eighteen
With ANOTHER late start this morning (this one even later than yesterday), I had my brunch. After that, we headed into Ashburton to shop around for miscellaneous goods, and I got some chips as an after-brunch snack. Not from the special G.F. fish-n-chip shop, but the chips--at least I hope so--were G.F.
I went with my Nanna to pick up Jess today, and we went home with her after that. We waited for Frances to pick up her and me to go to Vikki's house. Jessica went to see her friend, Isla, who is Vikki's mom... but I went to go see their kitten, Bubble! That cat... that kitten was the absolute softest, melt-iest cat I have ever, EVER held. It just was designed for cuddling. And after a while, it would start to nibble your fingers and lightly scratch your hand... ohmygoodnessgracious it was so cute! I want him. I NEED HIM.
Well I didn't feel very well tonight, so I didn't eat much of tonight's tea. But, we had liver casserole, new potatoes, mashed potatoes, and veg. And then I ate ice cream for dessert. Yes... strangely, I felt well when the ice cream was brought out... Hmm....
Many things lately have tested my patience. I know I should keep calmand carry on and not worry about it, but I am one of those people that worry about absolutely everything (although I have been getting better about it). I can be what people call a "worry-wart." It really SUCKS to be like this. If you feel like you are the same, try to relax a little bit. I know how badly you feel like you need to know everything all the time and make sure that that person didn't message you back two minutes ago or if you forgot to pack an extra carrot in your lunch this morning or if you unplugged your phone charger before you left the house.... RELAX, S'IL VOUS PLAÎT*!!! Really! It's okay! You're going to be fine. If things aren't perfect, that is completely alright. Not everything can be perfect, and NO ONE can be perfect. We're human and we must try to live like we are. And if that includes making mistakes, then so be it.
*French: "Please"
With ANOTHER late start this morning (this one even later than yesterday), I had my brunch. After that, we headed into Ashburton to shop around for miscellaneous goods, and I got some chips as an after-brunch snack. Not from the special G.F. fish-n-chip shop, but the chips--at least I hope so--were G.F.
I went with my Nanna to pick up Jess today, and we went home with her after that. We waited for Frances to pick up her and me to go to Vikki's house. Jessica went to see her friend, Isla, who is Vikki's mom... but I went to go see their kitten, Bubble! That cat... that kitten was the absolute softest, melt-iest cat I have ever, EVER held. It just was designed for cuddling. And after a while, it would start to nibble your fingers and lightly scratch your hand... ohmygoodnessgracious it was so cute! I want him. I NEED HIM.
Well I didn't feel very well tonight, so I didn't eat much of tonight's tea. But, we had liver casserole, new potatoes, mashed potatoes, and veg. And then I ate ice cream for dessert. Yes... strangely, I felt well when the ice cream was brought out... Hmm....
Many things lately have tested my patience. I know I should keep calm
*French: "Please"
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
6/12
Day Seventeen
Rain, Rain, go away. Come again some other day.... or just don't come back at all; that'd be nice, thanks.
Late start today, so I had brunch rather than breakfast. But, I still had my usual buttered toast. I didn't do much in the morning today because of my late start, but I did end up watching Les Mis. Gosh, I forgot how extremely wonderful it truly is... I think I've sparked my obsession again. That's okay; it deserves attention. Well after the movie, I went to a cream tea at Jessica's school. I, of course, didn't have anything, but it was nice because she gave me a little tour around her school. And they raised a BUNCH of money there! I think it was something like £250!
After that, I went home to get ready for dinner tonight. We went the The Mogul's Palace again, except this time, my dad, Frances, and I went. Nanna stayed home to put Jessica to bed. I had my Chicken Tikka Masala, as I always do in Indian restaurants. We got some complementary orange slices and chocolate squares this time, as well! Yes, yes, I ate them both. Of course.
Sleep... Sleep can be good. Yes, it can. When you sleep well in a comfy bed with no troubles and warm sheets... it's like utter heaven. And sleep is important, no matter how busy you are. And if you can't sleep, try to find a way to at least get some rest. Sit quietly, try to empty your mind, and maybe play some light music. Relaxation is the next best thing. So, my fellow blog-readers, Dormez bien!*
*French: "Sleep well!"
Rain, Rain, go away. Come again some other day.... or just don't come back at all; that'd be nice, thanks.
Late start today, so I had brunch rather than breakfast. But, I still had my usual buttered toast. I didn't do much in the morning today because of my late start, but I did end up watching Les Mis. Gosh, I forgot how extremely wonderful it truly is... I think I've sparked my obsession again. That's okay; it deserves attention. Well after the movie, I went to a cream tea at Jessica's school. I, of course, didn't have anything, but it was nice because she gave me a little tour around her school. And they raised a BUNCH of money there! I think it was something like £250!
After that, I went home to get ready for dinner tonight. We went the The Mogul's Palace again, except this time, my dad, Frances, and I went. Nanna stayed home to put Jessica to bed. I had my Chicken Tikka Masala, as I always do in Indian restaurants. We got some complementary orange slices and chocolate squares this time, as well! Yes, yes, I ate them both. Of course.
Sleep... Sleep can be good. Yes, it can. When you sleep well in a comfy bed with no troubles and warm sheets... it's like utter heaven. And sleep is important, no matter how busy you are. And if you can't sleep, try to find a way to at least get some rest. Sit quietly, try to empty your mind, and maybe play some light music. Relaxation is the next best thing. So, my fellow blog-readers, Dormez bien!*
*French: "Sleep well!"
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
6/11
Day Sixteen
GUESS WHAT. JUST GUESS.... What I had for breakfast this morning was... NOPE NOT TOAST! It was bacon! What a change. And it actually rained today! I'm just full of surprises, I guess. After my delicious bacon breakfast, we drove into Totnes to shop around for various things. I looked in a whole bunch of charity shops, as I usually do, but didn't find anything. *insert Thrift Shop tune here*
We were walking around, and my dad spotted a store with a kitten in it! Of course, I HAD to run up and see the cat... and it turns out that it was a place where you could GO IN AND PET KITTENS.... for a donation that was sorta unreasonable. So, we didn't get to go in, sadly. Although I would have paid a lot to go in, my dad thinks differently. Anyway...For lunch, we found a cafe, and I had a chicken caesar salad that was so good. And then I got some ice cream: one scoop of strawberry, and one scoop of coffee. I took a risk getting the scoop of coffee-flavour, but in the end it worked out because it was SO tasty. Glad I took the risk. After walking by the river, me eating my ice cream, we went home. I had Toad in the Hole for tea again, and my dad went out to the kebab shop for his. After tea, I went over to Frances' to pet cats and say goodnight to Jessica. I actually ended up reading a few pages of a story to her while she was in bed. It was really nice, because I could tell how genuinely happy she was. I really do love making people happy. I really really do.
Making people happy is important. You shouldn't do it because you expect something in return, but because you truly want to help someone. People all around you are suffering. I bet one out of two people are in some sort of physical, emotional, or spiritual sad state. Give them a few encouraging words. Help boost their confidence. And maybe, in the future, they will return the favor when you need it most.
No French phrase today... I just really want everyone to reflect on that last paragraph.
GUESS WHAT. JUST GUESS.... What I had for breakfast this morning was... NOPE NOT TOAST! It was bacon! What a change. And it actually rained today! I'm just full of surprises, I guess. After my delicious bacon breakfast, we drove into Totnes to shop around for various things. I looked in a whole bunch of charity shops, as I usually do, but didn't find anything. *insert Thrift Shop tune here*
We were walking around, and my dad spotted a store with a kitten in it! Of course, I HAD to run up and see the cat... and it turns out that it was a place where you could GO IN AND PET KITTENS.... for a donation that was sorta unreasonable. So, we didn't get to go in, sadly. Although I would have paid a lot to go in, my dad thinks differently. Anyway...For lunch, we found a cafe, and I had a chicken caesar salad that was so good. And then I got some ice cream: one scoop of strawberry, and one scoop of coffee. I took a risk getting the scoop of coffee-flavour, but in the end it worked out because it was SO tasty. Glad I took the risk. After walking by the river, me eating my ice cream, we went home. I had Toad in the Hole for tea again, and my dad went out to the kebab shop for his. After tea, I went over to Frances' to pet cats and say goodnight to Jessica. I actually ended up reading a few pages of a story to her while she was in bed. It was really nice, because I could tell how genuinely happy she was. I really do love making people happy. I really really do.
Making people happy is important. You shouldn't do it because you expect something in return, but because you truly want to help someone. People all around you are suffering. I bet one out of two people are in some sort of physical, emotional, or spiritual sad state. Give them a few encouraging words. Help boost their confidence. And maybe, in the future, they will return the favor when you need it most.
No French phrase today... I just really want everyone to reflect on that last paragraph.
Monday, June 10, 2013
6/10
Day Fifteen
Nice slow day today. A lazy day, if you will.
Today was the first day it wasn't sunny in about a week and a half. Il pleut!* That's why eating breakfast under sort of a dreary sky didn't feel as bitter this morning. Although, I didn't feel very well; I haven't felt well recently actually, but I'm sure it'll pass in time. Anyway, after breakfast, we headed out to look for a few things, and I went into many antique stores around the town. I'm really surprised at how many there are here! There's one every two buildings, at least! I didn't get anything, but it was nice to see all of the old items they sold. Makes me think I was born in the wrong era...
We went to pick up Jessica from school after that, and drove home and watched some TV until tea time. For tea, we had neck of lamb, mashed potatoes, and veg. It was soo gooood. I loooove lamb... I ate too much, as always. But like I said, when I come back it is gonna be DIET DIET DIET!
So I didn't do much today... but I really don't mind. Having a nice break is wonderful sometimes. Don't get too busy! You can't expect yourself to function when you have absolutely no time for yourself. Take five minutes and just sit and stay still once a day, or more if you wish. It'll benefit you in the end!
*French: "It rains!"
Nice slow day today. A lazy day, if you will.
Today was the first day it wasn't sunny in about a week and a half. Il pleut!* That's why eating breakfast under sort of a dreary sky didn't feel as bitter this morning. Although, I didn't feel very well; I haven't felt well recently actually, but I'm sure it'll pass in time. Anyway, after breakfast, we headed out to look for a few things, and I went into many antique stores around the town. I'm really surprised at how many there are here! There's one every two buildings, at least! I didn't get anything, but it was nice to see all of the old items they sold. Makes me think I was born in the wrong era...
We went to pick up Jessica from school after that, and drove home and watched some TV until tea time. For tea, we had neck of lamb, mashed potatoes, and veg. It was soo gooood. I loooove lamb... I ate too much, as always. But like I said, when I come back it is gonna be DIET DIET DIET!
So I didn't do much today... but I really don't mind. Having a nice break is wonderful sometimes. Don't get too busy! You can't expect yourself to function when you have absolutely no time for yourself. Take five minutes and just sit and stay still once a day, or more if you wish. It'll benefit you in the end!
*French: "It rains!"
Sunday, June 9, 2013
6/8~6/9
Day Thirteen/Fourteen
DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT... YOU try typing a blog on a tablet. It's pretty freakin' difficult; I can tell you that.
I couldn't type this blog on a tablet, so I couldn't publish one yesterday. Very sorry. I'll do another double-one, like last time. Yesterday, I had breakfast, then drove to Bournemouth to see my dad's friends John and Dan Coulson and their families. They're very lovely people! Once we arrived in Bournemouth, we dropped our stuff at the hotel and went to le mer*. There were SO many people there. I mean, like, a thousand at least. It was PACKED full of people. But we still managed to find a spot, nonetheless. Most of the Coulson family met us there, and we stayed on the beach for a good 3 hours, I think. It was such a nice day... Woulda been a shame to not make use of it!! And I think I maybe-sorta-might've-kinda-not-really gotten a light tan! At least, I tell myself that.
We went to a barbecue at John's house that night, which was great fun! I went to talk to the Coulson kids for a while before the parents started grilling. It was awesome, because we played with their bearded dragon and explored their room and put on masks and played Slender... I wish that night never ended! We even went home from the party around midnight, I think!
The next morning (this morning), we woke up, had breakfast, and took a walk with the family at Hengistbury Head around the English Channel. It was a nice day, and a fun walk. We took the ferry to this pub, which had a car show going on. There were SOOOO many awesome cars there; it was amazing! There were also a lot of ridiculously loud motorcyclists showing off, as well. But I had some nice chips there, and I still had a good time, despite the mid-life-crises-like men. We went back on the ferry, and then walked back to the car park. We said our sad goodbyes, and then drove back to Devon, where I am typing my blog once more. SO THERE. HAPPY NOW?!
Actually, before I took the walk, I went to one of the many piers on the beach. It was like a game room in there! I ALMOST won a stuffed Dalek toy in the claw machine.... but I didn't. When I was walking back, I found a pound coin on the ground, and then tried to win it again, but still didn't. Sad part of the day. BUT, in the parking lot, there was this man coming out of the lift singing a very happy tune, and practically bouncing with glee. I could tell he has been here before, and probably even went here as a child. He was just so full of joy... To see someone like that makes me ecstatic. Make sure you find something that makes you happy and joyful in life. Do things that bring that mile-wide grin to your face, making you feel like a kid again. Have fun while you still can! Make the most of a situation.
*French: "the sea"
DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT... YOU try typing a blog on a tablet. It's pretty freakin' difficult; I can tell you that.
I couldn't type this blog on a tablet, so I couldn't publish one yesterday. Very sorry. I'll do another double-one, like last time. Yesterday, I had breakfast, then drove to Bournemouth to see my dad's friends John and Dan Coulson and their families. They're very lovely people! Once we arrived in Bournemouth, we dropped our stuff at the hotel and went to le mer*. There were SO many people there. I mean, like, a thousand at least. It was PACKED full of people. But we still managed to find a spot, nonetheless. Most of the Coulson family met us there, and we stayed on the beach for a good 3 hours, I think. It was such a nice day... Woulda been a shame to not make use of it!! And I think I maybe-sorta-might've-kinda-not-really gotten a light tan! At least, I tell myself that.
We went to a barbecue at John's house that night, which was great fun! I went to talk to the Coulson kids for a while before the parents started grilling. It was awesome, because we played with their bearded dragon and explored their room and put on masks and played Slender... I wish that night never ended! We even went home from the party around midnight, I think!
The next morning (this morning), we woke up, had breakfast, and took a walk with the family at Hengistbury Head around the English Channel. It was a nice day, and a fun walk. We took the ferry to this pub, which had a car show going on. There were SOOOO many awesome cars there; it was amazing! There were also a lot of ridiculously loud motorcyclists showing off, as well. But I had some nice chips there, and I still had a good time, despite the mid-life-crises-like men. We went back on the ferry, and then walked back to the car park. We said our sad goodbyes, and then drove back to Devon, where I am typing my blog once more. SO THERE. HAPPY NOW?!
Actually, before I took the walk, I went to one of the many piers on the beach. It was like a game room in there! I ALMOST won a stuffed Dalek toy in the claw machine.... but I didn't. When I was walking back, I found a pound coin on the ground, and then tried to win it again, but still didn't. Sad part of the day. BUT, in the parking lot, there was this man coming out of the lift singing a very happy tune, and practically bouncing with glee. I could tell he has been here before, and probably even went here as a child. He was just so full of joy... To see someone like that makes me ecstatic. Make sure you find something that makes you happy and joyful in life. Do things that bring that mile-wide grin to your face, making you feel like a kid again. Have fun while you still can! Make the most of a situation.
*French: "the sea"
Friday, June 7, 2013
6/6~6/7
Day Eleven/Twelve
I can almost feel your betrayed emotions towards me. I know, I know. You're disappointed in me for not posting yesterday, I get it. But I have a very good explanation why I did not write.... I was playing with cats until 10:00.
Let me go over both days for you, then. Well YESTERDAY morning, I got up, had breakfast, and went to go get my nails done! OH my goodness, it is SO nice actually having nails. I've got to break my habit of chewing them, and I think this may help me tremendously! We will see, won't we? After I got mine done, Nanna got hers done as well. Then we took Agnes and my dad and got lunch at the Badger's Holt, giving the dogs a little walk around before the meal. I had a chicken breast wrapped in bacon in a cream sauce that was SO GOOOOOOOD!! Then we took Agnes home, and gave the dogs a longer walk around the moor. We came home after that and ate dinner, which was a mixture of a bunch of things--called "batching it"-- with some potatoes. Then I went around next door at 8:00 to cuddle Frances' cats until 10:00. J'ADORE LES CHATS*; GIVE ME A BREAK.
THIS morning, I ate my usual breakfast (I think by now you should know what that is...) and went into Buckfastleigh to shop around the stores for a bit. We went into quite a lot of antique/junktique shops and charity shops. Some may call it thrift-shopping, even. Whatever, I just call it browsing. Then we went to Newton Abbot for a bit more of that, and had lunch at this cafe that serves TONS of G.F. foods. I had a Greek salad with pita bread, hummus (over here, it's spelled 'humous' or something), black and green olives, and feta cheese chunks. MMMMM. Next, we went to pick up Jessica from school for a mini-birthday treat from us to her, for we won't actually be here for her REAL birthday, sadly. We went to the cider press, and she played around in the park for a bit and got some mango ice cream, her new FAV. We took her home, and we all had our tea. WE had spaghetti bolognaise (G.F. of course), and it was GREAT! I absolutely adore spaghetti.
Changes...When you want a big change to happen in your life, you ask friends or family for guidance. They may not give you the answer you want, but it may be what you should do. You think about maybe just doing what you want, because oh what the heck; it's YOUR life, so you should totally be able to do whatever the heck you want to do... right? Not always right. I will keep this in mind for the next month or so, and I hope you do too.
*French: "I love cats!"
I can almost feel your betrayed emotions towards me. I know, I know. You're disappointed in me for not posting yesterday, I get it. But I have a very good explanation why I did not write.... I was playing with cats until 10:00.
Let me go over both days for you, then. Well YESTERDAY morning, I got up, had breakfast, and went to go get my nails done! OH my goodness, it is SO nice actually having nails. I've got to break my habit of chewing them, and I think this may help me tremendously! We will see, won't we? After I got mine done, Nanna got hers done as well. Then we took Agnes and my dad and got lunch at the Badger's Holt, giving the dogs a little walk around before the meal. I had a chicken breast wrapped in bacon in a cream sauce that was SO GOOOOOOOD!! Then we took Agnes home, and gave the dogs a longer walk around the moor. We came home after that and ate dinner, which was a mixture of a bunch of things--called "batching it"-- with some potatoes. Then I went around next door at 8:00 to cuddle Frances' cats until 10:00. J'ADORE LES CHATS*; GIVE ME A BREAK.
THIS morning, I ate my usual breakfast (I think by now you should know what that is...) and went into Buckfastleigh to shop around the stores for a bit. We went into quite a lot of antique/junktique shops and charity shops. Some may call it thrift-shopping, even. Whatever, I just call it browsing. Then we went to Newton Abbot for a bit more of that, and had lunch at this cafe that serves TONS of G.F. foods. I had a Greek salad with pita bread, hummus (over here, it's spelled 'humous' or something), black and green olives, and feta cheese chunks. MMMMM. Next, we went to pick up Jessica from school for a mini-birthday treat from us to her, for we won't actually be here for her REAL birthday, sadly. We went to the cider press, and she played around in the park for a bit and got some mango ice cream, her new FAV. We took her home, and we all had our tea. WE had spaghetti bolognaise (G.F. of course), and it was GREAT! I absolutely adore spaghetti.
Changes...When you want a big change to happen in your life, you ask friends or family for guidance. They may not give you the answer you want, but it may be what you should do. You think about maybe just doing what you want, because oh what the heck; it's YOUR life, so you should totally be able to do whatever the heck you want to do... right? Not always right. I will keep this in mind for the next month or so, and I hope you do too.
*French: "I love cats!"
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
6/5
Day Ten
Well days like these are rare, indeed. I woke up a little later than usual, so yeah that was normal. I usually do. Then after my breakfast, we went to Berry Pomeroy haunted castle! A very old castle built originally in the 15th century, we got an audio tour shaped like a cell phone to narrate our exploration of the castle. I really learned a lot, especially about the two main ghosts that haunt the castle. The thing that really spooked me was that the audio guides would fuzz in the sound for a second, and then go back to normal. It was only creepy because it sounded like those glitches in sound like in scary movies. I'm sure it always happens and is quite common. No worries there. Where I WAS worried was outside one of the doors, where there was an almost-dead rat. I thought it had been dead for a while until it twitched and opened its eyes, rolled on its back, and then closed its eyes again... How eerie. But it added to the scariness, nonetheless!
We came home after that to eat lunch, which consisted of (gluten-free) sausages, some olives, and a mixture of cheeses that I sampled. I absolutely ADORE olives and cheese. Two of my favorite snack foods! Then I went out to pick up my good friend Agnes from school to take her home. She's spending the night tonight! And when we got home, we played a bit of tennis in the garden until dinner time. Oh, dinner time. Now this is the fun part...
Dinner tonight was at The Mogul's Palace. We've eaten there before, yeah, and it was good. It was buffet night tonight, so we decided that would be a good idea to try. But halfway through our meal, we saw police circling the building and coming inside, requesting all the staff to sit down for a talk. We looked at each other with curious eyes, until we saw on their uniform that they belonged to the UK Border Agency. At first, I was worried that they were there because the food was poisoned or something--and I started to feel quite sick to my stomach--but then I thought "Nah, the police wouldn't be here for that; It'd be someone else." But it was almost interesting to watch it all go down as we were finishing our meal. It wasn't really a dramatic scene, but they were talking all at a table, the police asking for ID. I only saw one of the cooks get taken outside, but other than that I think everyone else was fine. But wow. What a strange turn of events! We went home after that, and Agnes and I played a bit more tennis and then came inside. WHAT a DAY, though!! When I see Agnes again, someone will bring it up and we'll say to one another, "Je me souviens!"*
You'd think my inspirational topic of the day would be about the happening at The Mogul's Palace, but actually it's about that insignificant, half-dead rat I saw. I was going through the castle ruins, thinking that I didn't really feel the atmosphere of the "haunted" part of this castle. But when I saw that rat... It really jumped out to me. People died here, long ago. Soldiers have lost their lives, right where I am standing in these dungeons. It made me really have a deeper respect towards the soldiers and knights that protected their kingdom. I related it to soldiers today, and how they fight honorarily for their country. If you're ever on war grounds, or if you're in the presence of a veteran, give them your sincerest respect and kindness. They've fought for you; the least you could do is give 'em a big smile.
*French: "I remember!"
Well days like these are rare, indeed. I woke up a little later than usual, so yeah that was normal. I usually do. Then after my breakfast, we went to Berry Pomeroy haunted castle! A very old castle built originally in the 15th century, we got an audio tour shaped like a cell phone to narrate our exploration of the castle. I really learned a lot, especially about the two main ghosts that haunt the castle. The thing that really spooked me was that the audio guides would fuzz in the sound for a second, and then go back to normal. It was only creepy because it sounded like those glitches in sound like in scary movies. I'm sure it always happens and is quite common. No worries there. Where I WAS worried was outside one of the doors, where there was an almost-dead rat. I thought it had been dead for a while until it twitched and opened its eyes, rolled on its back, and then closed its eyes again... How eerie. But it added to the scariness, nonetheless!
We came home after that to eat lunch, which consisted of (gluten-free) sausages, some olives, and a mixture of cheeses that I sampled. I absolutely ADORE olives and cheese. Two of my favorite snack foods! Then I went out to pick up my good friend Agnes from school to take her home. She's spending the night tonight! And when we got home, we played a bit of tennis in the garden until dinner time. Oh, dinner time. Now this is the fun part...
Dinner tonight was at The Mogul's Palace. We've eaten there before, yeah, and it was good. It was buffet night tonight, so we decided that would be a good idea to try. But halfway through our meal, we saw police circling the building and coming inside, requesting all the staff to sit down for a talk. We looked at each other with curious eyes, until we saw on their uniform that they belonged to the UK Border Agency. At first, I was worried that they were there because the food was poisoned or something--and I started to feel quite sick to my stomach--but then I thought "Nah, the police wouldn't be here for that; It'd be someone else." But it was almost interesting to watch it all go down as we were finishing our meal. It wasn't really a dramatic scene, but they were talking all at a table, the police asking for ID. I only saw one of the cooks get taken outside, but other than that I think everyone else was fine. But wow. What a strange turn of events! We went home after that, and Agnes and I played a bit more tennis and then came inside. WHAT a DAY, though!! When I see Agnes again, someone will bring it up and we'll say to one another, "Je me souviens!"*
You'd think my inspirational topic of the day would be about the happening at The Mogul's Palace, but actually it's about that insignificant, half-dead rat I saw. I was going through the castle ruins, thinking that I didn't really feel the atmosphere of the "haunted" part of this castle. But when I saw that rat... It really jumped out to me. People died here, long ago. Soldiers have lost their lives, right where I am standing in these dungeons. It made me really have a deeper respect towards the soldiers and knights that protected their kingdom. I related it to soldiers today, and how they fight honorarily for their country. If you're ever on war grounds, or if you're in the presence of a veteran, give them your sincerest respect and kindness. They've fought for you; the least you could do is give 'em a big smile.
*French: "I remember!"
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
6/4
Day Nine
Wow. Day Nine?! Has it really only been nine days? It seems like more than a month. I guess I just love it here so much.
After my usual deliciously over-buttery breakfast, we went to the oh-so magnificent Paignton Beach! This beach is one of the main places I like to visit when in England. I LOVE this beach (J'aime aller à la plage!!!*); I love any beach, really, but this one is truly special to me. I've experienced a lot here, and many memories were created with my family and friends. It's really nice and warm, and the waves are so cool, and the atmosphere is just so positively wonderful. When we got there, we walked first to a shop to get some sunscreen, because my legs are still burnt from that tanning session in my garden. Don't wanna burn them any worse, now do I? Then, we headed into the mini-casino on the Pier. That place... That place is so wonderful. Wonderful--probably--in a bad way but still wonderful, regardless. I always play the Tipping Point machines. God, I can get really addicted to those!!! But they are such a joy to play in the end. After probably an hour doing that, we walked to the tip of the Pier, but not before eyeing the Deal or No Deal game. We have been watching it on the telly, so we were tempted... and so we went for it! And guess what? We won 100 tickets, with 200 being the most you could win. DEAL, indeed!
Satisfied with our winnings, we walked back to buy some prawns with lemon juice drizzled all over them. It's such a refreshing snack on a hot day like today, so we get it every time we come here (keep in mind, that's only once a year. SO we do have a good time when we get the chance). After much walking around and debating about what to get for lunch, we found a little restaurant that had gluten-free fish-n-chips and vinegar! What a lucky break I have been having with this! Even though this find was so amazing, I only got chips. I really wasn't starving, and I have been eating way too much in general. When I get back home, it's going to be strict diet diet diet!!! (I say that now, but watch me gain another ten pounds when I get back...)
After our late lunch, we went on the beach. The tide was in, and the water was FREEZING. Getting used to the chilly water took quite a while for me. But I walked along and got a little splashed here and there, and I enjoyed it in the end. We went home after about an hour on the water. My, that was such a nice day. And to top it all off, for supper we had Toad in the Hole, which is-- in my case, gluten-free--sausage surrounded by batter. It was wonderful. My, my, my... what a wonderful day! Zipidy-doo-dah!
Wonderful days like this don't happen very often to most people. If you have one of these days, remember how good it was. How it made you feel. Who you were with. What made it so special. Hold on to these feelings and memories, for you never know when you're going to need to remember them.
*French: "I like to go to the beach!!!"
Wow. Day Nine?! Has it really only been nine days? It seems like more than a month. I guess I just love it here so much.
After my usual deliciously over-buttery breakfast, we went to the oh-so magnificent Paignton Beach! This beach is one of the main places I like to visit when in England. I LOVE this beach (J'aime aller à la plage!!!*); I love any beach, really, but this one is truly special to me. I've experienced a lot here, and many memories were created with my family and friends. It's really nice and warm, and the waves are so cool, and the atmosphere is just so positively wonderful. When we got there, we walked first to a shop to get some sunscreen, because my legs are still burnt from that tanning session in my garden. Don't wanna burn them any worse, now do I? Then, we headed into the mini-casino on the Pier. That place... That place is so wonderful. Wonderful--probably--in a bad way but still wonderful, regardless. I always play the Tipping Point machines. God, I can get really addicted to those!!! But they are such a joy to play in the end. After probably an hour doing that, we walked to the tip of the Pier, but not before eyeing the Deal or No Deal game. We have been watching it on the telly, so we were tempted... and so we went for it! And guess what? We won 100 tickets, with 200 being the most you could win. DEAL, indeed!
Satisfied with our winnings, we walked back to buy some prawns with lemon juice drizzled all over them. It's such a refreshing snack on a hot day like today, so we get it every time we come here (keep in mind, that's only once a year. SO we do have a good time when we get the chance). After much walking around and debating about what to get for lunch, we found a little restaurant that had gluten-free fish-n-chips and vinegar! What a lucky break I have been having with this! Even though this find was so amazing, I only got chips. I really wasn't starving, and I have been eating way too much in general. When I get back home, it's going to be strict diet diet diet!!! (I say that now, but watch me gain another ten pounds when I get back...)
After our late lunch, we went on the beach. The tide was in, and the water was FREEZING. Getting used to the chilly water took quite a while for me. But I walked along and got a little splashed here and there, and I enjoyed it in the end. We went home after about an hour on the water. My, that was such a nice day. And to top it all off, for supper we had Toad in the Hole, which is-- in my case, gluten-free--sausage surrounded by batter. It was wonderful. My, my, my... what a wonderful day! Zipidy-doo-dah!
Wonderful days like this don't happen very often to most people. If you have one of these days, remember how good it was. How it made you feel. Who you were with. What made it so special. Hold on to these feelings and memories, for you never know when you're going to need to remember them.
*French: "I like to go to the beach!!!"
Monday, June 3, 2013
6/3
Day Eight
Isn't it scary when you wake up, thinking that you're perfectly on-schedule, but you're really an hour behind? That's what happened to me this morning, unfortunately. I woke up, thinking it was 9:00 when it was actually 10:00... so I started today off a tad later than usual.
Two warm slices of buttered toast later, my dad and I were walking Rhum and Robbie in the woods just down the road from the house. We took a rather long walk, and we could see how much it took a toll on the dogs' energy by the way they were practically falling asleep in the kitchen later on! Oh, those funny dogs. Can't get enough of 'em! Well, when we came home from that, I had to change. I was wearing long pants and a sweatshirt, and it was much too hot for that (AND I had just walked a long distance, so I was hot and sweaty and gross). After I changed, we went out for lunch with the intention of going to the fish-n-chip shop. I was just going to get some chips because I can't eat the fried cod, but guess what! Today was the only day of the month where EVERYTHING was gluten-free!!!!! So I was able to have cod and chips, with malt vinegar on the chips! What a lucky, lucky thing that was. The only day of the month where that was going on, and we just so happened to crave some cod and chips on that EXACT day.... C'est magnifique!*
After that lovely surprise, I went outside to tan a little bit in the sun, while the good weather is still upon us. I don't know how much longer it will last given how ridiculously incorrect the weather forecast is here, so I decided I'll make the best use of the gift mother nature has given to Devon recently. I actually got a little sunburnt on my legs, now that I look at it. Ah, well. It's something, at least! Better than my Casper skin...
I also went to pick up my cousin, Jessica, from school today. The purpose of this was so that she could show off her American cousin to all her friends, for they didn't believe her when she exclaimed so proudly that she had one! We went home after that, and eventually ate dinner. It was shepherd's pie, mashed potatoes, and Heinz beans. Love love LOVE those Heinz beans! Then I watched my grandmother's theatre group rehearse in her living room. They were very good, and I can see that the showing will be a success! It's good to know that theatre is still important to people. I know it's a huge part of my own life.
With regard to my lucky break at the fish-n-chips place, I want to remind everyone that there is still luck in the world. You may think that you're the unluckiest being on this planet, but trust me, Lady Luck has been working in your life whether you know it or not, even if you can't see it. Don't avoid taking risks because you think you have bad luck. Then what fun will anything be? Taking risks is an important, learning process in life that one cannot avoid. Go ahead, buy that lottery ticket. Stand up for yourself. Drop a coin in the wishing well. Just don't go overboard with it.
*French: "This is wonderful!"
Isn't it scary when you wake up, thinking that you're perfectly on-schedule, but you're really an hour behind? That's what happened to me this morning, unfortunately. I woke up, thinking it was 9:00 when it was actually 10:00... so I started today off a tad later than usual.
Two warm slices of buttered toast later, my dad and I were walking Rhum and Robbie in the woods just down the road from the house. We took a rather long walk, and we could see how much it took a toll on the dogs' energy by the way they were practically falling asleep in the kitchen later on! Oh, those funny dogs. Can't get enough of 'em! Well, when we came home from that, I had to change. I was wearing long pants and a sweatshirt, and it was much too hot for that (AND I had just walked a long distance, so I was hot and sweaty and gross). After I changed, we went out for lunch with the intention of going to the fish-n-chip shop. I was just going to get some chips because I can't eat the fried cod, but guess what! Today was the only day of the month where EVERYTHING was gluten-free!!!!! So I was able to have cod and chips, with malt vinegar on the chips! What a lucky, lucky thing that was. The only day of the month where that was going on, and we just so happened to crave some cod and chips on that EXACT day.... C'est magnifique!*
After that lovely surprise, I went outside to tan a little bit in the sun, while the good weather is still upon us. I don't know how much longer it will last given how ridiculously incorrect the weather forecast is here, so I decided I'll make the best use of the gift mother nature has given to Devon recently. I actually got a little sunburnt on my legs, now that I look at it. Ah, well. It's something, at least! Better than my Casper skin...
I also went to pick up my cousin, Jessica, from school today. The purpose of this was so that she could show off her American cousin to all her friends, for they didn't believe her when she exclaimed so proudly that she had one! We went home after that, and eventually ate dinner. It was shepherd's pie, mashed potatoes, and Heinz beans. Love love LOVE those Heinz beans! Then I watched my grandmother's theatre group rehearse in her living room. They were very good, and I can see that the showing will be a success! It's good to know that theatre is still important to people. I know it's a huge part of my own life.
With regard to my lucky break at the fish-n-chips place, I want to remind everyone that there is still luck in the world. You may think that you're the unluckiest being on this planet, but trust me, Lady Luck has been working in your life whether you know it or not, even if you can't see it. Don't avoid taking risks because you think you have bad luck. Then what fun will anything be? Taking risks is an important, learning process in life that one cannot avoid. Go ahead, buy that lottery ticket. Stand up for yourself. Drop a coin in the wishing well. Just don't go overboard with it.
*French: "This is wonderful!"
Sunday, June 2, 2013
6/2
Day Seven
Waking up from a horrible dream is... well horrible, obviously. Shaking my head, I got up and ate my usual brekkie, toast and butter. It didn't phase me much in the morning, so I carried on with my day. The first place I went this morning was to Sherberton to visit Patsy. Her ashes were spread in a very lovely spot on the top of a hill, where you could view all the rolling hills of the moors. She absolutely loved that spot when she was alive, so what better place would there be for her to rest, eternally? Can't think of one. Oh, I also was there to see my very good friend, Agnes. She has exams now, so she has to be studying, but she could manage half an hour away from her books (as I know I procrastinated during my exams, as well!!!), I am sure. We had a really nice, reminiscent walk, and it was lovely seeing her again.
We went home to have lunch, for we couldn't decide on a place to eat out. Ça plane pour moi*; sometimes, I actually prefer eating at home. Especially when I have an egg-mustard-mayo sandwich for lunch! That was exactly what I wanted at the time. Actually, that's exactly what I want all the time. Seriously. Just give me a month's supply of them, and I'll be completely content.
We went out to the Co-op to get some things, including some pills for my dad. We think he's got hay fever, which isn't surprising, given the huge trees outside that give people exactly that, all the time. After that trip, we watched a Star Trek episode, waiting for The Kebab House to open at 5. When that time came, we went to get our tea and came home to eat it. I had a chicken kebab, which I am still not certain was gluten-free... Ah well. I don't feel badly yet, so that's a good sign! Then after dinner, and partially during it, we watched the first Ice Age movie, one of my FAVORITES!
Rhum has injured either his left hind-leg hip or his paw! Zut alors!** How awful... I hope we can mend him, somehow. The poor old dog seems to be coming apart, lately. He has had breathing problems for a long, long time, and he used to be maltreated when he was growing up, and a few days ago we found a tick on him... Poor dog! He really doesn't deserve this. Honestly, no one does. If you know anyone sick, give them some attention. If they're in the hospital, give them a visit, or send them an email or a text to remind them that they're not alone. It really does suck to be all alone when you're sick or injured or even when you're just plain sad. Please, help those around you that are in need today. All it takes is a phone call or a text.
*French: Literally, "It flies for me," meaning "That works for me."
**French: "Gosh!" or "Shucks!"
Waking up from a horrible dream is... well horrible, obviously. Shaking my head, I got up and ate my usual brekkie, toast and butter. It didn't phase me much in the morning, so I carried on with my day. The first place I went this morning was to Sherberton to visit Patsy. Her ashes were spread in a very lovely spot on the top of a hill, where you could view all the rolling hills of the moors. She absolutely loved that spot when she was alive, so what better place would there be for her to rest, eternally? Can't think of one. Oh, I also was there to see my very good friend, Agnes. She has exams now, so she has to be studying, but she could manage half an hour away from her books (as I know I procrastinated during my exams, as well!!!), I am sure. We had a really nice, reminiscent walk, and it was lovely seeing her again.
We went home to have lunch, for we couldn't decide on a place to eat out. Ça plane pour moi*; sometimes, I actually prefer eating at home. Especially when I have an egg-mustard-mayo sandwich for lunch! That was exactly what I wanted at the time. Actually, that's exactly what I want all the time. Seriously. Just give me a month's supply of them, and I'll be completely content.
We went out to the Co-op to get some things, including some pills for my dad. We think he's got hay fever, which isn't surprising, given the huge trees outside that give people exactly that, all the time. After that trip, we watched a Star Trek episode, waiting for The Kebab House to open at 5. When that time came, we went to get our tea and came home to eat it. I had a chicken kebab, which I am still not certain was gluten-free... Ah well. I don't feel badly yet, so that's a good sign! Then after dinner, and partially during it, we watched the first Ice Age movie, one of my FAVORITES!
Rhum has injured either his left hind-leg hip or his paw! Zut alors!** How awful... I hope we can mend him, somehow. The poor old dog seems to be coming apart, lately. He has had breathing problems for a long, long time, and he used to be maltreated when he was growing up, and a few days ago we found a tick on him... Poor dog! He really doesn't deserve this. Honestly, no one does. If you know anyone sick, give them some attention. If they're in the hospital, give them a visit, or send them an email or a text to remind them that they're not alone. It really does suck to be all alone when you're sick or injured or even when you're just plain sad. Please, help those around you that are in need today. All it takes is a phone call or a text.
*French: Literally, "It flies for me," meaning "That works for me."
**French: "Gosh!" or "Shucks!"
Saturday, June 1, 2013
6/1
Day Six
Oh, showers. So lovely and warm. And they keep you clean. And you feel fresh and new when you get out. Ah, yes. Showers...
These showers are only nice when you DO NOT have a sunburn. I repeat: WARM SHOWERS = BAD FOR SUNBURNS. Yes, I did enter the shower this morning with full intention of soaking myself in warm water. But, my sun damage did not allow that whatsoever. The result of this little feud was an uncomfortably cold shower, starting my day off relatively... cold. But nah, besides the shower, today was good, all in all! I had my routine toast and butter for brekkie, and then we took the dogs (Rhum and Robbie, by the way) to the Ten Commandments. The wind was actually pretty controlled, being almost merciful to my hair for once. Thank you again, mother nature. We led the dogs off their leads halfway up, making sure no other animals were near. Oh, Rhum would probably throw a fit if he saw a sheep. No matter; we didn't spot any unwanted animals along the way. Seeing the Ten Commandments carved into slabs of rock was just absolutely amazing. Someone took their time, energy, and effort to carve their religious rules to where they'd stay for a long time. I honor the man (or woman, I honestly don't know) who was faithful enough to do that.
After that walk, with the dogs in the boot, we stopped at a few shops for things we needed and headed back home to eat lunch. We had chicken and veg soup made from the leftover chicken we had from the other day, a good pick-me-up for this morning's shower fiasco. When we got done eating, we realized that we didn't have anything else to fill up the rest of the day until tea time. Sooooo, we went to Pennywell Farm!!!
My, I love Pennywell. Now, I am not the kind of person to walk around barefoot with overalls and a flannel shirt on, but I do like farms occasionally. Especially farms made for children. I don't know why; I think it may be a connection to my childhood somehow, that I have discovered so strangely in England. Well I particularly like this farm because it has ferrets. Anyone who knew me back in sixth grade knows that I had an absolute obsession with ferrets. And, that obsession somewhat lives on in a way. I do like them still, so much so that I waited for at least half an hour to coax one out of its home so I could hold it. Cute little golden-yellow one, it was. My, never have I seen such a beautifully-colored ferret in all my life. At the farm, there is a falconry display every couple of hours, and we just so happened to be at the right place at the right time for one. There was an ordinary, but beautiful, falcon that was being rather grumpy because the wind was picking him up too much. Another bird in the display was a local bird around the area, that was fairly young. But MY favorite were the two-week-old barn owls. The man handling these birds said that they were the most butt-ugly birds he'd ever seen; I couldn't disagree more. They were gorgeous! Maybe a little lopsided, but still very elegant. I even got to stroke one, and it felt like nothing I've ever felt before. Just the softest thing... Oh yes, we went in the willow maze which was obviously designed for children, for the skill level was not.. well... it was easy. Let's say that. And I tried-- very badly, but I DID try-- to do the kiddie obstacle course. I was okay, but the upper-body strength activities were too much for this wimp. Je ne suis pas forte!*
Well after the farm, we came home very satisfied. To top it all off, we had lamb for dinner. Ooooh how I love lamb. Love it, love it, love it. Ça me botte!** That was a fantastic supper. And for dessert, I finished off the rhubarb crumble and had some clotted cream with it! Good meal day, indeed.
When I come home from my activities, I find myself not wanting to write these blogs. I think to myself, "Oh, I am too tired" or "They're no good anyway." Well I've got to stop being so selfish. I don't do this for myself; I do this so that others can experience my travels with me. In a way, they can look through my eyes as I try to capture what I've seen and done in words on an internet website. People overtime are becoming more an more selfish, and do things to benefit only themselves. Please, try to be more selfless. It will benefit you in the end, and people will like you more. Do a selfless act today, in my honour.
*French: "I am not strong!"
**French: "I love it!"
Oh, showers. So lovely and warm. And they keep you clean. And you feel fresh and new when you get out. Ah, yes. Showers...
These showers are only nice when you DO NOT have a sunburn. I repeat: WARM SHOWERS = BAD FOR SUNBURNS. Yes, I did enter the shower this morning with full intention of soaking myself in warm water. But, my sun damage did not allow that whatsoever. The result of this little feud was an uncomfortably cold shower, starting my day off relatively... cold. But nah, besides the shower, today was good, all in all! I had my routine toast and butter for brekkie, and then we took the dogs (Rhum and Robbie, by the way) to the Ten Commandments. The wind was actually pretty controlled, being almost merciful to my hair for once. Thank you again, mother nature. We led the dogs off their leads halfway up, making sure no other animals were near. Oh, Rhum would probably throw a fit if he saw a sheep. No matter; we didn't spot any unwanted animals along the way. Seeing the Ten Commandments carved into slabs of rock was just absolutely amazing. Someone took their time, energy, and effort to carve their religious rules to where they'd stay for a long time. I honor the man (or woman, I honestly don't know) who was faithful enough to do that.
After that walk, with the dogs in the boot, we stopped at a few shops for things we needed and headed back home to eat lunch. We had chicken and veg soup made from the leftover chicken we had from the other day, a good pick-me-up for this morning's shower fiasco. When we got done eating, we realized that we didn't have anything else to fill up the rest of the day until tea time. Sooooo, we went to Pennywell Farm!!!
My, I love Pennywell. Now, I am not the kind of person to walk around barefoot with overalls and a flannel shirt on, but I do like farms occasionally. Especially farms made for children. I don't know why; I think it may be a connection to my childhood somehow, that I have discovered so strangely in England. Well I particularly like this farm because it has ferrets. Anyone who knew me back in sixth grade knows that I had an absolute obsession with ferrets. And, that obsession somewhat lives on in a way. I do like them still, so much so that I waited for at least half an hour to coax one out of its home so I could hold it. Cute little golden-yellow one, it was. My, never have I seen such a beautifully-colored ferret in all my life. At the farm, there is a falconry display every couple of hours, and we just so happened to be at the right place at the right time for one. There was an ordinary, but beautiful, falcon that was being rather grumpy because the wind was picking him up too much. Another bird in the display was a local bird around the area, that was fairly young. But MY favorite were the two-week-old barn owls. The man handling these birds said that they were the most butt-ugly birds he'd ever seen; I couldn't disagree more. They were gorgeous! Maybe a little lopsided, but still very elegant. I even got to stroke one, and it felt like nothing I've ever felt before. Just the softest thing... Oh yes, we went in the willow maze which was obviously designed for children, for the skill level was not.. well... it was easy. Let's say that. And I tried-- very badly, but I DID try-- to do the kiddie obstacle course. I was okay, but the upper-body strength activities were too much for this wimp. Je ne suis pas forte!*
Well after the farm, we came home very satisfied. To top it all off, we had lamb for dinner. Ooooh how I love lamb. Love it, love it, love it. Ça me botte!** That was a fantastic supper. And for dessert, I finished off the rhubarb crumble and had some clotted cream with it! Good meal day, indeed.
When I come home from my activities, I find myself not wanting to write these blogs. I think to myself, "Oh, I am too tired" or "They're no good anyway." Well I've got to stop being so selfish. I don't do this for myself; I do this so that others can experience my travels with me. In a way, they can look through my eyes as I try to capture what I've seen and done in words on an internet website. People overtime are becoming more an more selfish, and do things to benefit only themselves. Please, try to be more selfless. It will benefit you in the end, and people will like you more. Do a selfless act today, in my honour.
*French: "I am not strong!"
**French: "I love it!"
Friday, May 31, 2013
5/31
Day Five
Normal waking up today, I would think. My neck is in about the same state as before, but slightly less stiff. Had my normal toast with butter for breakfast; then we took the dogs across the street to play around in the neighbour's huuuuge garden. Really though, it's absolutely massive. It must take ages to mow it and trim it and water it and do whatever needs to be done to it. But it's a nice house, so I guess that's one of the expenses of living there. After the dogs were done running about, we drove to Hay Tor. It was extremely windy, as expected in England's mountains and hills, so my hair had no prayer of staying nice. I eventually just gave up on it and let it run like mad with the breeze, as it continuously begs to do. I was actually getting pretty winded walking up the hill, which is a surprise. I usually don't tire out so fast... I guess it's because all of the heavy food I'm eating and how much I'm not exercising anymore! Need to get back on that, pronto. I'm starting to chub up again... eek!
For lunch, we went to the Rugglestone Inn, which I have eaten at twice now! It really is good, and it was a nice day to eat at the tables outside. I had a nice roast beef salad (Figures for being in England. FUN FACT: The French nickname the English "Roast beef" and the English give the title, "Frogs," to the French. Wanna know why? Because those are typical meals eaten there!). I actually think I got a little sunburnt while I was there. No matter; I need some sun anyway! I'm whiter than Casper.
After the lunch, we walked around the reservoir, where a good variety of flowers were beginning to bloom. There were SUPPOSED to be some rhododendron there, but the seasons have been all wonky lately, so we're a month behind normal functions. However, there were some very lovely bluebells-- I've already explained my absolute adoration for them-- that were scattered here and there. The walk was so, so calm. We were basically alone, maybe one or two people there. But the wind was so soft and cool, and the sun was so warm, and the water was falling ever so gently, and everything was so serene and wonderful. I'd like to go back there sometime with a towel to lay on and a book to read. After the reservoir, I went to the post to mail some postcards to a few of my friends! Sadly, they'll arrive around six days from now. I wish it didn't take that long, but C'est la vie*. I have to deal with it! I took a nice walk around the Abbey gardens while I was there.
Supper was a shepherd's pie (I was made a special gluten-free one), and a rhubarb crumble and custard for dessert. Oh, my, I ate WAY too much of that. But it's a good full. The kind of full where it's uncomfortable physically, but satisfying mentally. Yeah. That's a good full.
When I was at the reservoir, the inner peace I felt was spectacular. It's nice to finally be able to not stress about having quizzes, or tests, or finishing a paper. Make sure you have some time to yourself. I know keeping busy may be a priority to you, but have some "you" time and relax once in a while. You deserve it. You really do.
*French: Literally, "That is life"
Normal waking up today, I would think. My neck is in about the same state as before, but slightly less stiff. Had my normal toast with butter for breakfast; then we took the dogs across the street to play around in the neighbour's huuuuge garden. Really though, it's absolutely massive. It must take ages to mow it and trim it and water it and do whatever needs to be done to it. But it's a nice house, so I guess that's one of the expenses of living there. After the dogs were done running about, we drove to Hay Tor. It was extremely windy, as expected in England's mountains and hills, so my hair had no prayer of staying nice. I eventually just gave up on it and let it run like mad with the breeze, as it continuously begs to do. I was actually getting pretty winded walking up the hill, which is a surprise. I usually don't tire out so fast... I guess it's because all of the heavy food I'm eating and how much I'm not exercising anymore! Need to get back on that, pronto. I'm starting to chub up again... eek!
For lunch, we went to the Rugglestone Inn, which I have eaten at twice now! It really is good, and it was a nice day to eat at the tables outside. I had a nice roast beef salad (Figures for being in England. FUN FACT: The French nickname the English "Roast beef" and the English give the title, "Frogs," to the French. Wanna know why? Because those are typical meals eaten there!). I actually think I got a little sunburnt while I was there. No matter; I need some sun anyway! I'm whiter than Casper.
After the lunch, we walked around the reservoir, where a good variety of flowers were beginning to bloom. There were SUPPOSED to be some rhododendron there, but the seasons have been all wonky lately, so we're a month behind normal functions. However, there were some very lovely bluebells-- I've already explained my absolute adoration for them-- that were scattered here and there. The walk was so, so calm. We were basically alone, maybe one or two people there. But the wind was so soft and cool, and the sun was so warm, and the water was falling ever so gently, and everything was so serene and wonderful. I'd like to go back there sometime with a towel to lay on and a book to read. After the reservoir, I went to the post to mail some postcards to a few of my friends! Sadly, they'll arrive around six days from now. I wish it didn't take that long, but C'est la vie*. I have to deal with it! I took a nice walk around the Abbey gardens while I was there.
Supper was a shepherd's pie (I was made a special gluten-free one), and a rhubarb crumble and custard for dessert. Oh, my, I ate WAY too much of that. But it's a good full. The kind of full where it's uncomfortable physically, but satisfying mentally. Yeah. That's a good full.
When I was at the reservoir, the inner peace I felt was spectacular. It's nice to finally be able to not stress about having quizzes, or tests, or finishing a paper. Make sure you have some time to yourself. I know keeping busy may be a priority to you, but have some "you" time and relax once in a while. You deserve it. You really do.
*French: Literally, "That is life"
Thursday, May 30, 2013
5/30
Day Four
Qu'est-ce que tu aimes faire?* WELL. I will indeed tell you what I like to do! I like to wake up in the morning without my hair quite literally standing up, defying all possible laws of gravity. Oh, and I also like to have a normal range of neck movements. Yeah, that'd be lovely, thanks.
My complaining aside, today was actually fab. I got up and ate some toast, as always, dressed in my new blue and red flannel shirt! My, I really love it. It suits me. ANYWAY... We left for the steam train to Totnes, but we were actually quite early. We walked around, looking about until it arrived. The trip took about half an hour, but there was a lovely view of fields with all the newly-bloomed flowers. I couldn't stop looking at the bluebells; their blue-purple color is so breathtaking... When we arrived in Totnes, we went to the Rare Breeds Farm. There were owls, goats, ducks, squirrels, hedgehogs, and plenty more animals. Some of which you could actually feed! I fed the ducks because I love the feeling of a hard duck bill repeatedly pecking at your hand for the cheap, beige complementary food pellets you're given. It's like a free, natural hand massage! I like to visit that farm every time I visit England. It brings back the juvenile memories of amazement at the different breeds, the curiosity of what they look and sound like, and oh that time when that hedgehog bit me, yeah that was good, too. I bled. A lot. Darned thing.
After the farm, we headed into the shops in the town, where there were an assortment of wicked cool stores. There was this record shop that was FILLED with awesome vinyl and CDs and just everything possible. My dad bought a few things from there (although I had to persuade him not to buy much more...). We came back and went home on the train, the same way we came. The weather had turned from a cold, cloudy overcast into a very warm, lovely day.
Because of this sudden weather change, I took advantage of the opportunity and attempted to tan outside, in my grandmother's garden. I stayed out there for a good hour or so, and I think I got a little color. Even if I didn't, it was worth it to have that relaxing time. Always nice to be able to sit down for a bit in the sun (Even if the dogs kept pestering me to play with them! Love the little guys, though). And for dinner, I had a chicken salad with eggs and cucumber and roast potatoes... and probably a liiiittle too much ice cream for dessert. Ah, well. I'll be okay... probably. We'll see..?
On the train, I was sitting by an absolutely adorable Irish family with three kids. There was the smallest boy, a slightly older girl, and then an even slightly older boy. I can't resist a cute little redhead! Yes, they would fuss a lot and mess about as kids always do, but in the end they managed to keep relative control of themselves. It was funny to watch, because little accidents kept happening throughout the train ride, and the mother just stopped and laughed. I couldn't help but laugh with her; it was funny. It made me think about my family, and how much we can fight. But in the end, we always manage to make up and unite again. In honor of my mother's birthday, let's all just be kind to our families today, and rejoice in the fact that we have them.
Happy birthday, Mom.
*French, "What do you like to do?"
Qu'est-ce que tu aimes faire?* WELL. I will indeed tell you what I like to do! I like to wake up in the morning without my hair quite literally standing up, defying all possible laws of gravity. Oh, and I also like to have a normal range of neck movements. Yeah, that'd be lovely, thanks.
My complaining aside, today was actually fab. I got up and ate some toast, as always, dressed in my new blue and red flannel shirt! My, I really love it. It suits me. ANYWAY... We left for the steam train to Totnes, but we were actually quite early. We walked around, looking about until it arrived. The trip took about half an hour, but there was a lovely view of fields with all the newly-bloomed flowers. I couldn't stop looking at the bluebells; their blue-purple color is so breathtaking... When we arrived in Totnes, we went to the Rare Breeds Farm. There were owls, goats, ducks, squirrels, hedgehogs, and plenty more animals. Some of which you could actually feed! I fed the ducks because I love the feeling of a hard duck bill repeatedly pecking at your hand for the cheap, beige complementary food pellets you're given. It's like a free, natural hand massage! I like to visit that farm every time I visit England. It brings back the juvenile memories of amazement at the different breeds, the curiosity of what they look and sound like, and oh that time when that hedgehog bit me, yeah that was good, too. I bled. A lot. Darned thing.
After the farm, we headed into the shops in the town, where there were an assortment of wicked cool stores. There was this record shop that was FILLED with awesome vinyl and CDs and just everything possible. My dad bought a few things from there (although I had to persuade him not to buy much more...). We came back and went home on the train, the same way we came. The weather had turned from a cold, cloudy overcast into a very warm, lovely day.
Because of this sudden weather change, I took advantage of the opportunity and attempted to tan outside, in my grandmother's garden. I stayed out there for a good hour or so, and I think I got a little color. Even if I didn't, it was worth it to have that relaxing time. Always nice to be able to sit down for a bit in the sun (Even if the dogs kept pestering me to play with them! Love the little guys, though). And for dinner, I had a chicken salad with eggs and cucumber and roast potatoes... and probably a liiiittle too much ice cream for dessert. Ah, well. I'll be okay... probably. We'll see..?
On the train, I was sitting by an absolutely adorable Irish family with three kids. There was the smallest boy, a slightly older girl, and then an even slightly older boy. I can't resist a cute little redhead! Yes, they would fuss a lot and mess about as kids always do, but in the end they managed to keep relative control of themselves. It was funny to watch, because little accidents kept happening throughout the train ride, and the mother just stopped and laughed. I couldn't help but laugh with her; it was funny. It made me think about my family, and how much we can fight. But in the end, we always manage to make up and unite again. In honor of my mother's birthday, let's all just be kind to our families today, and rejoice in the fact that we have them.
Happy birthday, Mom.
*French, "What do you like to do?"
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
5/29
Day Three
I woke up this morning at around 9 A.M. to find my neck unable to turn left. It was very difficult to get out of bed to take a shower. Doing anything at all took more than twice as long as it would have if I didn't feel this pain shooting up my spine every time I turn my head westward. My grandmother and my father had to walk the dogs to occupy their time, rather than waiting for me to get ready. AND my hair also would not blow-dry correctly after fussing with it for at least 20 minutes... Alas, I managed to keep it relatively maintained and proceeded to eat some toast and continue preparing for the day. I actually felt really good about my outfit, though, despite the hair malfunction. ... although I wish I had had something warmer on my legs; tights don't exactly withstand the chilly Devon air.
I went out shopping to Trago Mills as my first step of the day, which is such an interesting place. I can't decide whether it's like a much larger Wal-Mart or a Savers but with unused items. Anyway, you can get the idea of the place. It wasn't too full there, which was good, seeing as I do not like shopping when many people surround me and basically suffocate me in proximity... I found un tee-shirt génial* that is red white and blue plaid flannel with a few patches on it. It sounds like a drab shirt, but honestly, it was a good find! After Trago Mills, we went home.
But, of course, it wouldn't be a vacation without something messing about with your original plans. As we got home, we opened the door, and walked toward the living room area to go up stairs, where we were planning on putting our shopping. But, we installed a lock on that door that leads to the stairs... And forgot to unlock it before we left for shopping. So, we were forced out of that side of the house, only the kitchen and the eating area open. My dad, being the COMPLETE GENIUS that he is, did his... work things... and managed to open the door! (ask me for specific details; I'm not revealing his ...genius... publicly) With the door open, we could put things away and begin dinner, which was chicken, veg, and roast potatoes. Of course, it was delicious as always. And after that I began to browse around on the computer for my daily Facebook check and began to write this entry! We've caught up to date now... not sure what to say...
Oh, yes! Have you (given that someone is actually reading these blogs) noticed how I've been ending my blogs with some sort of mystical life lesson, or something to think about? I think I'm going to make that a habitual thing, ending all my posts with one. And also, I'd like to add a french word or saying in my posts as well, giving the translation for all those who don't speak the beautiful language (which I would strongly advise you learn how to do so). So here's something to ponder over:
How boring would life be without culture? Growing up without a way of living, creating your own memories with your family, and learning new things about your ancestors... Be glad that you have the family that you have to teach you these things about your culture. Embrace the diversity of others, and don't be afraid to be your own person.
How boring would life be without culture? Growing up without a way of living, creating your own memories with your family, and learning new things about your ancestors... Be glad that you have the family that you have to teach you these things about your culture. Embrace the diversity of others, and don't be afraid to be your own person.
* French, "an awesome tee-shirt"
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
5/28
Day Two
Much shopping was done today at many different stores around the area. In search of food that falls under the requirements of my gluten-free diet, we managed to acquire some tasty, reasonably-priced things. It was nice going out and shopping, seeing all the things that are different here than my home. Like, the food is sometimes called a different thing, or spelled a different way, or maybe they have different flavours of crisps, or things like that. Overall, it was a good shopping trip, I would like to think.
Once I got home, we unpacked, and I felt like the dogs needed a little attention, for we had been out all day and had left them alone for quite a while. So for a little more than half an hour, that's precisely what I did. But a certain television program came on at four, so I went inside to watch it. It's a funny little game show called Tipping Point. Look it up. And for supper, I went to an Indian restaurant which was exquisite.
Before I went out to play with the dogs, though, I noticed something. I went in the little conservatory with glass windows and just sat down to relax for a moment. Some of the windows were open, and a bee curiously flew in. It kept trying and trying to fly through the glass, over and over, but of course kept failing to exit the room. Every once in a while, it edged toward the opening of the window next to it, but failed to see the opening and returned to its futile attempts at going through the glass. It's a simple, stupid process in nature, but it really made me think. It couldn't possibly be that stupid, could it? Why doesn't it just go out of the open window? It's right there. Me, being the deep-thinker that I am-- at least, I like to call myself that-- I related that to my own life. I keep trying to do something that is futile. Why do I even bother? I could save so much of my time just going with the flow and not going against the grain for my own personal gain. I may not know what I am doing won't work, but others do. And they tell me so. But I may not believe them. This silly little bee almost sparked something inside of me: the willingness to stop getting in my own way. So thank you, nature, for giving me that little bit of inspiration. Let's see where that takes me.
Much shopping was done today at many different stores around the area. In search of food that falls under the requirements of my gluten-free diet, we managed to acquire some tasty, reasonably-priced things. It was nice going out and shopping, seeing all the things that are different here than my home. Like, the food is sometimes called a different thing, or spelled a different way, or maybe they have different flavours of crisps, or things like that. Overall, it was a good shopping trip, I would like to think.
Once I got home, we unpacked, and I felt like the dogs needed a little attention, for we had been out all day and had left them alone for quite a while. So for a little more than half an hour, that's precisely what I did. But a certain television program came on at four, so I went inside to watch it. It's a funny little game show called Tipping Point. Look it up. And for supper, I went to an Indian restaurant which was exquisite.
Before I went out to play with the dogs, though, I noticed something. I went in the little conservatory with glass windows and just sat down to relax for a moment. Some of the windows were open, and a bee curiously flew in. It kept trying and trying to fly through the glass, over and over, but of course kept failing to exit the room. Every once in a while, it edged toward the opening of the window next to it, but failed to see the opening and returned to its futile attempts at going through the glass. It's a simple, stupid process in nature, but it really made me think. It couldn't possibly be that stupid, could it? Why doesn't it just go out of the open window? It's right there. Me, being the deep-thinker that I am-- at least, I like to call myself that-- I related that to my own life. I keep trying to do something that is futile. Why do I even bother? I could save so much of my time just going with the flow and not going against the grain for my own personal gain. I may not know what I am doing won't work, but others do. And they tell me so. But I may not believe them. This silly little bee almost sparked something inside of me: the willingness to stop getting in my own way. So thank you, nature, for giving me that little bit of inspiration. Let's see where that takes me.
Monday, May 27, 2013
5/27
Day One
I have arrived here, in England. It was a smooth drive over, as I slept almost the entire drive over and caught some Z's on the airplane, as well. It is rainy, as I expected it would be, and actually ratherdrearily cold. I mean, I do like the cold, but the wind makes it all the more unbearable. So, basically, typical weather.
I have unpacked and settled in quickly and comfortably, feeling as if this were a second home of mine. Is it wrong to say that I wish this were a second home? I do love my house back in the USA, but this home, this place, this atmosphere... the Devon air is so much more pleasant than the dry air back home. Having this as a place to go as I please would be a dream. I only wish my whole family were here with me; then it would feel like a true home.
All these "home"-y feelings aside, I am preparing to eat my dinner: salmon, cauliflower, an assortment of vegetables, and mashed potatoes. My, have I missed my grandmother's house with the smell of all these foods cooking, and the dogs in the kitchen waiting for their supper, and the old-fashioned style of the blankets on the couch, and the foggy overcast that looms in the sky, and the feeling of complete bliss in a non-vacation-y way... I feel like this is the start of a great, great month, and I can't wait to see what happens. Feel free to take the journey with me as you read along.
I have arrived here, in England. It was a smooth drive over, as I slept almost the entire drive over and caught some Z's on the airplane, as well. It is rainy, as I expected it would be, and actually rather
I have unpacked and settled in quickly and comfortably, feeling as if this were a second home of mine. Is it wrong to say that I wish this were a second home? I do love my house back in the USA, but this home, this place, this atmosphere... the Devon air is so much more pleasant than the dry air back home. Having this as a place to go as I please would be a dream. I only wish my whole family were here with me; then it would feel like a true home.
All these "home"-y feelings aside, I am preparing to eat my dinner: salmon, cauliflower, an assortment of vegetables, and mashed potatoes. My, have I missed my grandmother's house with the smell of all these foods cooking, and the dogs in the kitchen waiting for their supper, and the old-fashioned style of the blankets on the couch, and the foggy overcast that looms in the sky, and the feeling of complete bliss in a non-vacation-y way... I feel like this is the start of a great, great month, and I can't wait to see what happens. Feel free to take the journey with me as you read along.
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Nothing
I suppose you can't be doing nothing. Of course, EVERYTHING is something, so you MUST be doing something, but you say you are doing nothing, which completely contradicts everything. But nothing MUST be something, but the definition of nothing is nothing, but the definition of nothing is something, because everything is something, which means nothing's new definition will always be something. Of course, definitions are something, but nothing has one, so nothing should really be something. How can nothing even exist? It MUST be something! And all the letters of nothing are something, for letters are something, but nothing itself means nothing, and there is such a thing as nothing, but negative space is something, and that's what nothing is. All space is something, so nothing has nowhere to be, therefore nothing is nowhere. But, nowhere is something, because you can't be in the middle of nothing. Of course, you can be in the middle of something, which is a commonly known fact, but nothing is a useless word if you can do nothing with it. Then again, if you can do nothing with or of something, that must be doing something. So, there CANNOT be such a thing as nothing, right?
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
In 24 Hours
It seems to me as if everything is happening at once. I mean, we open our morning papers with our legs crossed, coffee in-hand, ready to start our morning by catching up on the daily news. And what do we read? Shooting. Bombing. Disease. Conflicts. Tornadoes.
We can't open our newspapers anymore without seeing an ominous bold title, reporting recent tragedies in our world. Why is this? Is the world slowly turning into a place of utter disaster? Or is it that we are actually noticing these tragedies, rather than hearing it at school in a casual conversation? We get our news from many places, such as our papers, our favorite news channels on the TV, or online in a reporter's blog. And they're always active. There wasn't always this 24-hour news cycle that we have now; people learned about the news through someone who had read the paper, not by turning on the TV to watch SpongeBob, but the the TV was last left on the news channel when it was turned off, so you hear a snippet of information that catches your attention and sucks you into the addictive world of this news cycle. Because of this constant, live-streaming of news, events in the world are covered more extensively and more into detail. As a result, things are iterated over and over, until we know every aspect of the story that we can get a grasp on. And then what happens? We hear another mind-blowing news story, which earns its fair share of press like every other headline.
Is is that this 24-hour news cycle is making us more aware of current events? Or is it repeating words in our heads to argue about with some sort of confidence behind us?
2012 wasn't the end of the world. We all know that; we're still here, alive, breathing on this Earth. But maybe, just maybe, it was the beginning of the end.
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