Ewan McGregor amongst daffodils, Billy Boyd singing "Beyond the Sea", it's like some cosmic power is trying to give me a Valentine's gift . . .
That I can't have.
Life's funny that way.
(So, Erica, what's next, do you think? What do the other Angels have in store for us?)
(Come to think of it, Ewan has sung "Beyond the Sea" as well. What does it all mean?!)
This Saturday will be exactly four months since I arrived in New Zealand. That's a third of a year. Zowie. By the time my parents have come and gone, it will have been almost SIX months. Double Zowie. And since almost all of the planning I have been doing lately has been based around the fact that my parents are visiting at a certain time, and counting down to that, it just seems really soon.
And yet, thinking back, it sometimes seems like I've been here a really long time, and that going through that span of time twice more will be quite challenging. Especially considering that some of that time will be in winter. I don't know why that should make a difference, but it seems to, in my head. Maybe my head is just weird.
You know what I like? The term "fortnight". Also my glasses. These are unrelated thoughts, truly, but they are both things about which I was thinking last night how much I like them. They are both things that I thought last night about how much I like them. They are both things that, last night, I was thinking about how much I like . . . them. How on earth do you make that a good sentence? Or if not good, then at least comprehensible? Help!