Hello again! Does anyone remember the phrase “Warning: contents may settle”? I seem to recall that on American cereal boxes, and I always thought the sense of alarm was unwarranted.
We are starting to settle – both contents and inhabitants, in our house and in our new city. Here are a few snaps from the first two weeks of September.
We arrived at the house the evening of August 31st, and Tilly spent the first few days rather radically exploring. She tried to get up the fireplace and she managed to slip up the ladder to the loft. The loft is floored, but beyond the floor there is an open descent under the roof to where it begins over the front door. And while climbing up the ladder was the work of a moment, going back down the ladder was not something in Tilly’s worldview. Luckily the Dafter and I, with the aid of an open box, managed to get her back down.
Tilly spent the next few days desperate to return to what we now call Loft Land. Do you see the large ceiling hatch over the landing? That’s where the ladder to the loft comes down. Here is Tilly prowling along the top banister, with about a 15 foot drop to the start of the staircase below her.
That afternoon we heard an odd sound, and I found her sliding down the banister you see here. She was on her belly, with both front and back paws desperately gripping either side of the banister, but losing the fight against gravity. The look on her face! To my credit I didn’t start howling with laughter until I had tenderly and sympathetically rescued her. Then I laughed and laughed for about a day and a half. There are scratch marks on the paint, but they just make me laugh!
Tilly’s response was to spend the next three days in the Dafter’s room. She knows perfectly well that the Dafter, although implicated in removing her from Loft Land, is not in charge and it’s Meanie Mom (me) who makes such decisions.
This worked out very well for all involved – I could keep track of Tilly, and the Dafter had much needed company. Unfortunately, but not too surprisingly, the Dafter has been very unwell indeed with all the moving and everything. Since attending a full lesson (1 hr 40 mins) on August 23rd, she has been mostly housebound and some days bedbound with her ME and a bad cold into the mix. However, for the most part, her spirits haven’t been too low. After our first week here, she commented that she didn’t feel as if she hadn’t left the house for a week, because she can hear and see the children at the primary school from her bedroom window. She’s longing to get back to school herself, and she will do, given time to recuperate.
I have also been at home a great deal of the time, looking after her and also sorting out the house. But I have had a few very welcome escapes. Last Sunday I went to an evening church service, and very much enjoyed my walk home. The skies here can be as dramatic as Aberdeen skyscapes:
(Parking cars halfway up the pavement seems to be a common technique here, in case you’re wondering!)
Here is a little house that I thought was charming, and almost American:
And we have had company! I mentioned that our former neighbour, J, and her family now live nearby; I also had a delightful visit from an American friend. We used Mrs. Morrison’s tea set. I remembered her expression: “I do love a cup of tea of a forenoon!” Also in the photo is my Granny‘s green glass milk jug. Moving all these precious things has made me want to use them more often.
I hadn’t quite gotten organised enough to bake anything myself, but we enjoyed the Tunnock’s tea cakes. Tilly was perfectly decorous – you’d never suspect her of being in the least bit rambunctious, would you?
I thought this photograph encapsulated some of my first impressions of Glasgow: leafy, and with changeable weather. The sun was very warm that day, but when the rainclouds burst it was very wet! Warm and wet – unusual for someone used to Aberdeen weather. I walked wearing a knitted jacket and carrying an umbrella.
Here are some snaps from another rainy walk:
Just as I love curvaceous granite in Aberdeen, I really like what nineteenth-century architects did with red sandstone in Glasgow. I’m very partial to Charles Rennie Mackintosh and Art Nouveau-era design with its organic curves, and the architecture in Glasgow is a delight.
Glasgow is a great city to walk in. Note the Caledonia bookstore and the Alba cafe in the photo above, and this lovely display below:
I was sorely tempted to buy a pot of Chinese lanterns (physalis). I’ve never seen them for sale before, and I used to love them as a child. I’ve twice tried to grow them from seed, with no success. Perhaps I’ll go back soon and see if they are still there!
We’ve been incredibly fortunate with how smoothly all the different transitions have gone, and once things in the house are all more or less in place, I will give you a little tour. Thank you all for your cheering good wishes. I hope you’re having a great weekend! Now that things are returning to some kind of normality, I can’t wait to read blogs and spend some time in Blogland. It’s even more fun than Loft Land, and less dusty as well.