23 November 2013
I’ve been in a suspended place all day, but now everything is finished, and now I can relax.
Sarah’s here. Now, the fun will start. We’ve already gotten two free bus tickets.
Conversations in the kitchen, making dinner:
A: You’ve never been here in the summer?…
S: I left at the end of May
A: … like in your life?
S: When I lived here.
S: I cannot handle the weather.
A: But you came to Savannah and survived.
S: Well the weather in Savannah, I survived.
A: Why? That was the worst of it.
S: I don’t know. But now, the cold, I can’t handle.
A: But you’ve done Edinburgh before, so Canada won’t be much of a shock.
S: The first time I came here was a really bad winter. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
S: Last time, they ran out of grit for the roads. And so things kind of skidded to a halt.
A: Well, I walk everywhere. But everyone else…
S: Yeah, the trains, forget it. I just remember hearing about this pub up North, I think it was by Inverness, that got snowed in — they didn’t know that it was going to happen. First, nothing. I guess it was overnight, and they told everyone they had to go home. But the people there — they unanimously decided that they were going to stay, and got snowed in there for three days. They just spent the whole three days piss-drunk.
A: I can imagine. “This pint will keep me warm.”
S: I don’t smell like peaches anymore.
A: She got this new lotion or something, and I was like “you smell like cotton candy?” and she was like “no!” and I said, “vanilla?” and she said “No!” and — what was it? — coconut or something? So I was way off.
November for Beginners
but the rain won’t give.