the weekend went well, i saw old friends, we made pizza and played board games on saturday, and on sunday i went to the library, scored some hefty discounts at the red cross seconhand shop, ate pancake with apple jam and went ice skating late in the evening on an empty, lit up rink. it was so nice, even though i was terrified, i had not worn skates since being sixteen but didn't fall over once!
my thoughts are still in ireland, where the daffodils and white anemones are in bloom. and snowdrops, of course. i saw them everywhere on my coach ride to dublin. they sold them at the flower shops as well. i miss my housemates, the hustle and bustle of the house, and the ocean. oh, the atlantic...
i'm utterly clueless as to what to do now. do i really want to return? i know i'd rather be there in the spring and here for the late summer and fall. but unless a bag full of money falls from the sky, i don't know how to make that happen. meanwhile, i'm making snow angels and knitting socks, the only things that make any sense.
