Tuesday 26 August 2008

migraines and such

Not much has been happening because I have had the world's worst migraine. Research into this phenomenon implies that it can be triggered by computers, bright lights, noises, perfumes, heat, stuffy atmospheres, dehydration, humidity, food, (any kind of food), food additives, some sorts of medication, illness, shock and anxiety. Nobody has actually cited breathing while female, but it surely can't be long.

I will be reading at Sally and Ian King's fabulous Poetry in the Garden Festival in Callendar on Saturday evening, 6th September. You can find out more about this three day poetry party at the Poetry Scotland website - see links.

Thursday 14 August 2008

still revising

Almost completed the tinkering with Saracen Woman and she will be trying her luck again next week.
Now I am re-thinking the Lúcháir blog, as life seems to have overtaken me, and beginning to think very hard about some elemental poems. Also about a holiday in Ireland which may actually happen. Also about Poetry in the Garden which is very much happening. I will need to read some new stuff, I think. We have had Eurydice for two years now.
The 'x' key on my keyboard is sticking and it's amazing how often you get to use it, and how odd your text looks without it. Is there anything you can do about sticky keys, or is it just time to cut my losses? I have the tiniest keyboard in the world, as I have very small hands, and though there are several normal keyboards in the house, I will certainly miss this one.

Thursday 7 August 2008

end of an era

Went to sign the Scottish Covenant for Peace yesterday, and discovered that the last of the Halflings from the Youth Theatre has left school and is going to university. of course none of them look like halflings any more - they have all grown up, done well, and most of them seem to be six feet tall. One of them is going into Final Year this year. But it's the very last connection I had with that generation. Now I have to join the grown-ups myself.
Perhaps this is just in time. I bumped into a couple of young men in town last week, and one of them said to the other, "Mind the granny." And there's nothing I could say about it, because a granny is what I am.