the view from my room, but with a difference today (Sat am)

This time with snow.  Predicted yesterday, everyone ready for it.

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha  ha ha ha ha ha 

 

 

 

If only I had known ahead of time.....

Next time I come here I will bring my five backyard squirrels, Allie-Lisa's dog, and you.  We will be thrilled and play in the snow all afternoon.  I mean it.

Lily 

The geography & writtn' how U'm sounden' en my head

Margaret writes she wonders about This Geography.  Here are pic or two from journey we (not wee or mayb it'tis!) performance artists took of Glasgow in search of highten' sensitivity to place and spaces as love-lee & venues.   Maybe This is sum'em...  (accent on THIS)   ps  I am dreamin' in scot lilts..

Out another window, but weir' here perusin' the space weir' standen- in. o right, I'll take photo for ya's of inside weir' U'm standen'.

Wa'kin alung in the Glasgow school of art...can ya's believe it...

 

 

Lookin' out the window. Will do performance here today U'm think-in':  The unsuicide notes.  no worries, I won't be jumpin' 

till later then,     Lily    

A sweet little car near a walk-up for a group of folks I'd like to meet

                        The Figaro

They have meetings, and private sessions, and consultations. You can be a member or a visitor. 

Somehow the term "visitor" takes on a more complicated meaning when you consider the occupation, wouldn't you say?

Lily 

tiny bear totem performs at Kelvingrove Park fountain

Yes I did.  

Lily 

Kelvingrove Park and me

I find it hard to breath in Glasgow, 4 days into my stay. I find it hard to take in enough air.

I am reminded of being on last summers' Body Habitat Walk, waking up in a Salem motel. I lay in bed only a moment before jumping out of bed and pressing my face against the window screen that we'd left open all night. I sniffed and sniffed, chomping at the bit to get the outside back inside me. Lisa came and joined me, and we had a sniffing fest.  Reminded me of my dogs, leaning into the screen door, sniffing and drooling, looking me in the eyes trying to hypnotize me into taking them out for walk. Right now, right now.

I walk west to a park I've learned about. Kelvingrove Park.  The walk there is a long one; along sidewalkds with buildings pushed right up to edges. Some places I am only an arm's length from building to curb. Then a street sign and an arrow-----> this way to Kelvingrove Park.

A man jogged by me at the gates, then another jogger, then a woman jogger, then someone on a bike, a small group of young guys playing...hmmm, think it was soccer (football here).  My chest heaved once and opened-up.  It took awhile until I could see the trees, feel the air dampen & cooling down, hear the children and dogs and birds. A funny sensation to be sensually struck blind/numb for a bit in this new-to-this-body landscape. Same way I felt when I first walked Sauchiehall (sock-ee-hall or hull) Street in city center. So I knew to just keep walking and my senses would come back.

And they did.  Here is a glimpse of what I saw:

 

Castle type towers in background are University of Scotland, or Glasgow University (?) Sorry, overloaded brain.

And here's what I want to know from you. Do pigeons in our city hang out in trees? I cannot remember ever seeing a pigeon in Portland on a tree branch. On the ground, on building ledges, fire escapes, but tree limbs?  Many pigeons in trees at the park. Spooky for me at first. Like the pigeons were more evolved in Glasgow or something. Weird what the brain supposes to explain the mish/mashing of emotions in jet-lag. 

If pigeons in trees in Glasgow, then they are leesss-adapted to living in the city landscape than Portland pigeons (ie. still wild).  How'bout that for a giggle, hey?

Lily 

What I do to entertain myself before Festival begins--

No bangs

bangs? lots of bangs here in glasgow

no bangs?

bangs? (I think I look very Polish here.

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Or maybe something else completely?   

Loneliness is a funny thing. There are so many folks in Glasgow who are friendly, and hey, I'm friendly too. We laugh a lot.  But.  Me and them, we'd need Time to know each other, to reach into our separate lonely places, and tuck it/them into bed under a soft dependable blanket that we knitted together over hours, weeks, months, & years.

You on the other hand? I love this blanket we've knitted together over Time. Right now it is stretched across an ocean and a continent and a country or two. It's still holding between us, but I cannot feel your chilly feet under the covers. I remember how your chilly feet feel, too, never thinking I'd miss them. 

But I do.

I'll keep goofing around by myself knowing we'd be laughing together if you were here. That we'll be laughing together again soon enough.

Now, please place your vote for bangs or no bangs. I'm waiting to hear before I pick up the scissors, or the Festival begins, which-ever comes first.

Lily   

ps.  please note I am in my pajamas in these photos. how apropos, huh?                       

tiny bear totem in glasgow

tiny bear will be travelling with me soon, but so far, he's just been hanging around the room.

the view from my room

Straight ahead.

Here I am on the 6th floor. Room faces south with a small tilt to the west (above). Two days sun shining. I have watched pink cloud slivers of setting sun. The windows have transoms at the top, can you see them here?  They open from the bottom with levers.  Air is a good thing.

my room

And the makings for tea with biscuits hidden in the desk drawer. Threads of comfort with nods to the body's needs run through Glasgow.

my 1st breakfast, Tuesday morning upon arrival at The Marks Hotel

My taxi driver was a dear-guy. Told me about he and his wife, their trips to Florida at christmas & new year holiday, skiing early February in Boulder Colorado, the last time he was in Las Vegas. Their best friends, he says, are a couple in the states; they are very fond of them. He made me laugh. He asked about Portland and said he will come there soon. He gave me his card, put his cell number on it and said to call him for taxi, or if I found myself in trouble or in need of help. He felt solid and dependable, just what I needed at these beginning moments when I had no idea where I was or where I was going. Did you send him to taxi me? 

 I arrived too early in the morning to get into my room. I could have laid down on the floor right there and slept. They ushered me into the dining room because breakfast was being served. Eat now, they said, and we'll get your room ready. Scrambled eggs (in water perhaps?), beans in a reddish sauce, huge roasted whole mushrooms, stewed tomatoes, sausages, haggis? no, black pudding I found out later, cereal, orange juice, yogurts, cut up fruit.  I tried everything. Coffee? White or Black?  I said white, and received a cappuccino.

All that was missing was you. 

when I was @ Newark Liberty Int'l there was a

pigeon. Really. Walking around at the sitting area where I was boarding. An airport employee told me "he eats the rats, you know." I didn't know. Did you? The Continental check-in people just shooed-him here and there. Birds inside; good sign.