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You know how sometimes when you fall in love, you go weak at the knees and your head goes fuzzy?
I'm not talking about a hot boy for Anna. Ooh no. Two things, actually. Yesterday it was the reading room at the British Library--a huge circular room with the walls literally lined with books, two floors high, the cieling a skylight, the smell of old books permeating the air and in my nostrils and ears and mouth. I literally went weak at the knees and stood there in glory-hallelujah-devotion for about three minutes.
Today was the Dodo--at the National Maritime Museum in Greenwich, the first boat you come across as you walk in, is a small one-masted, jib-sailed little boat, about 12 feet long and beauteous as anything. I stopped and stared and said, 'that's my boat.' And my parents laughed and I said, 'no, I mean it, that's my boat.' And it was. Painted red and blue and with oars, and a mizzenmast and a large sail (what's it called when there's a second mast about a foot down from the top of the main mast, making about a thirty degree angle with the mizzen? Gives you more sail footage without a taller mast). She's mine. She's exactly the boat I have in my head, she's the boat that L'ucello was based on (but probably less leaky), she's the boat I am utterly in love with. My dad says we can look for the plans, and mentioned she's the perfect size for Lake Union. Forget Marimbas. I'm building a boat. My own real L'ucello.
Anyway...no more falling in love for me. I go fuzzy all day. Also this morning we saw the Cutty Sark, a fully restored China tea clipper--not Dodo-devotion (har), but a gorgeous boat all the same. I must say I prefer schooners (and the Lady Washington) but she was quite a beautiful boat indeed. We got lunch at an organic deli in Greenwich, I had a mozzarella and tomato ciabatta melt which for some reason was very very good. And Green & Black's Chocolate Orange ice cream. Bliss.
As for my weird soul-searching thing (which I got triggered for by Anneka I think, but apparently triggered a whole lot more)...thanks to everyone who responded. You are all fantastic. It's hard to express how much love and admiration I have for you all but I will certainly try. I think you know.
My parents got a book of foreign words which we don't have words for in English. 'Confianza' is Spanish, and means an unshakeable reliance and trust in someone. The author writes, 'unconditional love is to love as confianza is to trust.' I have both. I love you.
I'm not talking about a hot boy for Anna. Ooh no. Two things, actually. Yesterday it was the reading room at the British Library--a huge circular room with the walls literally lined with books, two floors high, the cieling a skylight, the smell of old books permeating the air and in my nostrils and ears and mouth. I literally went weak at the knees and stood there in glory-hallelujah-devotion for about three minutes.
Today was the Dodo--at the National Maritime Museum in Greenwich, the first boat you come across as you walk in, is a small one-masted, jib-sailed little boat, about 12 feet long and beauteous as anything. I stopped and stared and said, 'that's my boat.' And my parents laughed and I said, 'no, I mean it, that's my boat.' And it was. Painted red and blue and with oars, and a mizzenmast and a large sail (what's it called when there's a second mast about a foot down from the top of the main mast, making about a thirty degree angle with the mizzen? Gives you more sail footage without a taller mast). She's mine. She's exactly the boat I have in my head, she's the boat that L'ucello was based on (but probably less leaky), she's the boat I am utterly in love with. My dad says we can look for the plans, and mentioned she's the perfect size for Lake Union. Forget Marimbas. I'm building a boat. My own real L'ucello.
Anyway...no more falling in love for me. I go fuzzy all day. Also this morning we saw the Cutty Sark, a fully restored China tea clipper--not Dodo-devotion (har), but a gorgeous boat all the same. I must say I prefer schooners (and the Lady Washington) but she was quite a beautiful boat indeed. We got lunch at an organic deli in Greenwich, I had a mozzarella and tomato ciabatta melt which for some reason was very very good. And Green & Black's Chocolate Orange ice cream. Bliss.
As for my weird soul-searching thing (which I got triggered for by Anneka I think, but apparently triggered a whole lot more)...thanks to everyone who responded. You are all fantastic. It's hard to express how much love and admiration I have for you all but I will certainly try. I think you know.
My parents got a book of foreign words which we don't have words for in English. 'Confianza' is Spanish, and means an unshakeable reliance and trust in someone. The author writes, 'unconditional love is to love as confianza is to trust.' I have both. I love you.
