(That’s Scottish Gaelic for “How are you?”)
Tha mi gu math, tapaidh slibh. I’m well, thank you.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted. Okay, it’s been months. Sorry about that!
For someone who loves to write, you’d think I’d post more often. Trouble is, I get distracted by things: Being my husband’s fulltime caregiver. Trying to herd a small clowder of cats.
|Clowder of Cats|
|Zee-brick finally gone!|
You know, Life.
As scattered as it often seems, I doggedly try to be more organized,
set goals, etc., etc. I am, after all, a die-hard optimist. Whenever Mother or Granny sent me off on an errand when I was a little girl, I knew I’d hear, “Look far and go straight!” And occasionally, something actually clicks. Part of Flylady’s housework routines, for example.
|Troupe of Characters Temporarily Onstage....|
Prelude: April 2014 A to Z Blogging Challenge
Basically, the idea is to write a daily blog post every day during the month of April (except Sundays); Day #1 is centered around A, first letter of the alphabet, Day #2 around B, etc. Since April has 30 days, minus Sundays leaves 26 days, the number of letters in the English alphabet.
Clear so far?
Csenge Zalka, an outstanding Hungarian storyteller, sent me an email suggesting I participate. This is a neat idea, and I’ve seen a couple of other blogs do this in the past. Naturally, being a storyteller too, it makes sense for mine to center around some aspect of that.
But. I’m finding it hard to commit to almost anything these days, because of some family concerns, and if I say I’ll be involved in something, I want to be reliable and really participate fully.
|Margaret of Scotland, Queen & Saint|
April makes me think of Chaucer’s Prologue to The Canterbury Tales:
WHAN that Aprille with his shoures soote [sweet showers]
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote, [ drought]
And bathed every veyne in swich licour, [such]
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heath… [wood]
And smale fowles maken melodye,
That slepen al the night with open ye, [eye]
(So priketh hem nature in hir corages: [hearts]
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages….
and I always get an itchy foot in spring! When you can’t really travel far, one thing to do is travel in other ways—maybe not physically, but into undiscovered countries. Thus, the A-to Z blogging challenge, for one.
For another, as ClarSeannachie, Linda McNair and I are getting ready for Pittsburgh’s Tartan Day on Saturday, April 5th, at Bethel Presbyterian Church. It’s a family-oriented, free event, commemorating the Declaration of the Treaty of Arboath in 1320, one of the source documents Jefferson consulted when he wrote the Declaration of Independence. We’re rehearsing one piece we’ve performed before, as well as two new ones, always fun. See us on the Sanctuary stage at 1:30. In my persona of as Barra the Bard, I’m also doing an earlier solo set of Scottish tales for bairns of all ages on the same stage at 11:30.
And, hopefully, I’ll be blogging a lot more frequently….Stay tuned, please!
|Daffodills, such an April and Spring flower!|