Glasgow and Me (8), Plus Edinburgh

When I was small, our family had a copy of Maurice Sasek’s This Is Edinburgh in circulation:   This Is Edinburgh   I don’t remember if there was a specific reason, apart from our vivid consciousness of Scots ancestry, but I read through that book countless times. I bring it up now because I had…

Shop Ahoy

Remember when I commented about shopping at second-hand and vintage goods shops in Scotland? (Not charity shops, which are typically much more orderly.) This is what I meant:     To be fair, they’ve actually cleaned out the interior a lot; I was able to browse much more freely this time than when I had…

Glasgow and Me, Part Six Seven (Really, This Time)

Quick notes: I didn’t hear any fireworks before last night, and I didn’t hear the fireworks that went off last night either (having fallen precipitously asleep at 11:30); Margaret assures me that there were fireworks aplenty, from more than one location. I imagine that the subzero temperatures have diminished the inclination of amateur pyrotechnicians to…

Back To Scotland

Margaret and I arrived home at my flat on Partickhill Rd, vegged out for a while, I cooked her a rice pasta dinner, and she turned in. I’m about to follow suit, but not till after I repeat how wonderful it was to catch up with the midwestern offices of our family. Tomorrow we look…

Glasgow And Me, Part Five (A Quick One)

In the course of my holiday shopping (and — let’s be honest — self-indulgence shopping), I’ve had occasion to stop in at numerous Glasgow antiques shops. None had any fountain pens, and I gather that this is the normative condition of such vendors in Scotland (alas). My point this afternoon, though, is that it seems…

Glasgow and Me, Interlude

I finished a batch of papers today — a very small batch, compared to many of my colleagues around the world (I’m especially attuned to this, since Margaret probably grades more weekly quizzes and exams than I mark in a semester) — but learning the standards in each new institution involves a complicated exercise in…

Glasgow And Me, Part Three

This is the weather they warned me about. It has been rainy, grey, and chilly almost continuously since last Saturday afternoon. Throw in the shortness of the day, and the resulting atmosphere is relatively gloomy.     But if this is how Glasgow gets its exquisitely rich greenery, and if the short winter days mean…