Hello from Edinburgh, Scotland, where I now reside, with my wife of 2 months, Katie. It's November here (and presumably wherever you are as well), and that means that the days are particularly short. It's 4.30 just now, and if it weren't cloudy and raining, the last pink cries of daylight would be showing over the Georgian roof across the back garden, over my left shoulder. The weather's cold, and damp, so normal, but I understand that it has, in recent days, been warmer than Arkansas. We're getting settled in, finally, and have pretty well unpacked and packed away accordingly all that we brought home with us a week ago. A house that I'd never seen less than a year ago now contains 9 toy tractors-- one of my strange little hobbies-- and four of them are promenading left around the vase of roses here on the desk. I bought a new dress shirt recently with a paisley pattern, to match the textiles about the flat featuring that particular pattern-- Katie's favourite. The kitchen cabinets are chocked full of fresh fruit and veg, peanut butter and jam, and enough chocolate calories to run any electrical needs we could accrue by Christmas. There's a road map of Arkansas in the bathroom, sharing wallspace with a framed collection of Katie's dad's pictures from his service during WWII. We both had eclectic blends to start with, but with the two of us living together, things have only grown more intriguing, from the moment you enter the house...
More later...Happy belated birthday, by the way, to my Dad, and his buddy Dale
Cheers for now
Jeffro
