Random Writing for Five Minutes

I have now been at uni for a week. Joined lots of societies-I might even make it to the wine Society events ;-). I've been to all my classes, checked out the academic skills centre and got some books out of the library...all very organised and efficient and very different from my last freshers' week experience! But no socialising and little opportunity to talk to any of my fellow students so far. Time for that later I am sure.
Sam has been called 'wonderful, gorgeous, excellent, happy and confident' at nursery! He seems to be taking it all in his stride but I am going to take it one day at a time and see how he is in the next few weeks. I have been calling them a couple of times during the day and then trying to be brave afterwards when all I want to do is cry. It is very weird. This is the most time I have spent away from him in 16 months.
Someone said I look like a writer yesterday-heheh! Not sure what that means but I am taking it as a compliment...I think.
After 5 years my favourite jeans, bought from DNA on Park Street in Bristol, have finally given up the ghost. So I went and bought myself a pair of pegs today- not worn pegs since the 80s but I think they will turn into my favourite new trousers!
This is more than ten minutes so now I shall stop.
The next three years is going to be mind-expanding and life-changing.
Bring. It. On.

Autumn Equinox

Picked up a couple of beautiful conkers this morning after dropping Sam off at nursery for the first time (apart from a couple of settling in sessions). I wandered down into town and then got a bus to uni. Now I am a student. New beginnings. The trees are throwing down their seeds and leaves. Harvest time and also a glimpse of the season to come.

As long as he is ok I will be ok.

I feel very blessed today to have this opportunity.

Random Writing for Five minutes

I have five minutes to write and then I must stop so this is going to be posted exactly as I write it as I have no time to tart around with it afterwards and I am interested to see what I write!

I am on the brink of some big changes. Sam and I have been rolling along in our Babyworld bubble for 16 months now and it all changes from tomorrow. Because tomorrow I start university. A BA in Creative writing and journalism. For three years! Which means Sam will be at nursery for some of the week. Tonight I am trying to get myself organised for tomorrow- Freshers week...weird to be going to university as a student when my last job was at a university and I am used to being on 'the other side'!

In the last week I have learned that I have changed more than I thought. My priorities and interests are very different but also strangely the same in many ways. I just want to get on with it and get right into it. It's time for a change and I can't wait! I am very very excited.

And that is where I stop.

I am just relieved...

That I have managed to actually post something!

I have spent this evening

...twisting myself up in knots, sat at this damned computer with a million things to say and unable to say them... so I just had to write something!
It is certainly NOT writers' block- more like self-censorship.
Which I am not keen on.
But which seems to happen a lot with me.
Believe it or not.
This may be something I need to explore.

Pantaleimon

I just visited the My Space page of Pantaleimon as I do every now and then. I recommend you to do the same! This is what I wrote there:

I spent this morning chasing my son across the park. He is 15 months old and just running with pure abandon. Unless he sees a particularly interesting stick or leaf or dandelion. The park was empty and feeling slightly 'end of summer' with leaves falling and dull grey sky. But it was beautiful and magical and when I heard Tall Trees just now I thought about it all over again. He loves trees. I love your music.xxx

And I do love it. It never disappoints and always makes me feel better- even if I'm feeling good to start with!

I must make time to listen to some more.

Shooting From the Hip August 24th 2008

Shooting from the Hip suddenly popped into my head as I thought I would write a bit. So it seems like a good catch-all for any kind of ramble or venting of spleen (I am prone to both...) and may become a regular section of this blog.

Feeling very tired this sunday night. The end of August is fast approaching and the season seems to be on the turn. We just got back from Normandy and although it was rainy and damp there some of the time it seems to be colder and more autumnal already back in Blighty.

Current thoughts about clothes: the leather jacket is apparently 'back' but according to Jess Cartner Morley in the Guardian the look to channel is the Fonz and if you wore one in the 80's, when it was apparently last fashionable, you musn't wear it with baggy blue jeans as you surely did then (erm...no I didn't-it was drainpipes-as skinnies were then called) but must wear skinnies. And you musn't look as if you had been wearing it all this time and fashion has come round again on the off-chance...oh what a faux pas that would be...
I love clothes; always have; love fashion; love shopping for clothes, putting them together; trend spotting and being fashion forward and all that jazz but really- the Fonz!?? I loved Fonzy when I was 8 but surely we can do a bit better than the Fonz? Is that where we have got with the leather jacket? Has it really become a Saturday teatime/fishfingers and chips/comfy-telly-before-bath-and-bed item of clothing? Going to get a leather jacket- a biker jacket, used to be a Big Deal- rite of passage type stuff! Punk Rock n Roll. Two of mine are in my wardrobe: one languishing at the back, covered in various bits of good and bad band artwork- very much of its' time. Late eighties/early nineties. The other I still wear occasionally. Probably always will.

I have been VERY bad and bought some boots that I couldn't really justify, apart from that I had a big clear out of my shoes and have marked up at least ten pairs for charity. The new ones are bright blue flat ankle boots and tie round the front. From Office. Again. Gawd they are gorgeous and impractical. I think the impracticability of them was a big part of their glamour. They are wearable and comfortable cos they are flat but not on any mammoth buggy-pushing walks. Hence their charm. I wear sensible shoes too much now... time for some footwear frippery (but not flippery...sorry)

I have passed my curfew so am now off to bed for a long overdue early night. Motherhood has finally instilled some sensible living habits into me- and although I am constantly worn out , running around after my ever-ready, excited and inquisitive little boy, I am probably healthier than I have been in years and more comfortable in my skin (more about that another time). Hoorah for that!
The holiday in France was fab. The first one for Sam and for me as a mum- and so a very different holiday experience but brilliant. But I now need to recover from it!