The Bitter Taste of Defeat

Please tell me you feel sorry for us.  Never mind that it was technically all our fault...that we deserved to have such pathetic looks on our faces.  What's the story behind such sadness you ask?  Well, I'll tell you.

Or rather, show you...

We were in this queue, and literally hundreds of people behind that utterly dedicated Mumford & Son's fan that had arrived at An Lanntair in the wee hours of a very blustery, wet and cold morning (rumor has it, twas at 2:30am) for their tickets.  The box office opened at 10am, and all ticket sales had to happen in person with a limit of 2 tickets per person.  Tickets sold out in 16 minutes.

What time did we arrive at the scene?  I am too ashamed to tell you.

But long enough for me to get thoroughly chilled, long enough to get completely disgusted with myself and the my situation as my tears froze to my face, and thankfully, long enough to get over it before the doors opened.

Stormy seas...

Alright, not stormy exactly, but a bit wilder than usual.  A few days ago, I managed to get out for a walk, and goodness gracious was that a brilliant move.

The sound of it was almost as nice as watching it.  It reminded me of a relaxation CD that we listened to as kids...aptly named Stormy Seas.  It's crazy to think that I've got that sound just outside my backdoor!

It's been almost 2 years since I've lived by the sea, and I know I'll miss it when I leave.  Amazingly enough, it's not even close to being at the top of my "Things I'll Miss the Most" list!

I also remembered to take my camera... yet another brilliant move!

I'm no Pyro...

...but there is something very satisfying about starting a good peat fire.  I'm not sure how it happened, but at 9 Habost, I am in charge of our open fire.  Serves me right I suppose...since I managed to shirk my fire lighting/tending responsibilities at home for years.

Anyway, I was trying to lead in to my newest journal entries...  Maybe I should've just said... here are my newest journal entries.

Oh the POWER!

The poor hunkered down sheep across the street trying to
brace themselves in the gale force winds.

I feel like I should spend a minute to document our brief 17 hour stint without electricity before the memory fades...

At 9:05pm last night, in the middle of a Lost episode, the power went out in the Community of Ness.  IN THE MIDDLE OF A LOST EPISODE!!!  Oh the trauma...

I know what you're thinking, "How in the world did you manage to keep your sanity?"  My answer to that is: a heavy dose of cinnamon scented candles and the fact that I could go to bed.  Somehow, I was able to go to sleep, and dreamt of dedicated Scottish Hydro Electric workers toiling in the cold & windy night to bring power back to the residents of Ness.  Literally.  I really did constantly dream of power being restored, of the heating, lights, and most importantly internet coming to life.

When I woke up freezing in my dark room, I was just a little disappointed.  However, a Kansas girl like myself knows that life does go on without electricity...especially when one has an open fire and a gas stove at one's disposal.

Needless to say, the experience is over, and it's left me just a tad bit homesick!