March Lark

Still trying to figure out how it is almost the middle of March and why I have been busy procrastinating on submitting new stories for magazines and contests.

List of goals for the month:

• figure out what kind of seeds I want to plant in the garden.
• narrow down seeds to what can actually grow in the UK and what is actually legal in UK.
• anticipate arrival of new archaeology excavation season.
• write maniacally for 31st deadlines.
• no woman no cry.
• catch up on Girls, New Girl, HIMYM.
• practice my new English accent. Tell people I am from Cornwall.

Reality

• dig archaeological cross sections in garden instead of planting seeds.
• explain to my landlady that I thought the property existed on parts of Lewes Priory and that all these holes in the garden are a crucial step in ruling out that not every hunch is correct.
• sulk that I have to wait another three months for True Blood.
• Canadian accent still audible.
• wears pants instead of trousers.  

Goals for last month:

• learn how to drive on wrong side of the road in wrong side of the car.
• make list of goals for March.
• consider buying a dingy in case England floats away.

Reality:

• had to explain to my manager how the mirror on the car got scratched against another car...
• parts of England do not exist anymore.
 

 

That's the Chel-C FYI.

Later, kids. Off to enjoy a night of rest and a highly anticipated visit to the dentist in the morning.

Spring 2011 Selfies.

And shout out Happy Birthday to my baby sister tomorrow. May your 23rd year be filled with university exams, the slow realisation that Canadian student debt has you by the balls for the next decade and that maybe dad will help pay it off, lots of cat hair, and your plastic bottles of Growers. Miss you kid and hope to see your face in Gatwick one of these days.