|Proud Racer: An American Greyhound
in Yorkshire, by Nancy E. Dunne
Just wanted to give you guys a little heads up that Daisy’s second book, An American Greyhound in Yorkshire, has been entered in the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Contest for 2013. I don’t expect that it will go anywhere but…you never know. Three cheers for Daisy Mei Mei, international dog of mystery…and for her mommy for finally sprouting a pair and going for a contest. Fingers and paws crossed!
See that look there? That one is how my Daisy says, “Seriously?” as in “Mommy, seriously, take the camera out of my face and give me the whateveritis that you’re holding over my head to make me look at you, already.”
That is how I felt when I posted this back in August of 2011:
I was still fairly newly repatriated and I was still fairly raw about the entire experience, mostly due to the fact that the three most important souls in my universe (Hubs, Daisy, and Mills) were four thousand miles away from me.
I’m reminded of that post because now, a year and change later, Simon is here and I’ve been back from my expat adventure almost two years…and I still have moments where I’m not sure where I am or, even better, where I belong. I still have moments where I struggle to make myself understood and have the urge to go all Tanzanian Chimp (see? There is a Big Bang Theory reference for EVERYTHING) on someone that giggles if I say wheelie bin instead of trash can.
We have a new captionist on staff here who loves all things British and I have to say I’m probably rambling on and on to her more than I should, bless her, but she gets it and that’s cool. Andrea, if you’re reading this, ta very much. I still say lift sometimes, I still say mobile, and I still ring people up if I absolutely have to do so, and I don’t imagine that will change much.
But last night there was a new experience to add to my list of “only other US/UK expats will get this” weirdness: Last night we saw the Black Watch and Band of the Scots Guards at the BiLo Center and as any good British programme does, it included Jerusalem, the hymn that is the unofficial national anthem of England.
Y’all, I got teary listening to it. I almost let out a choked sob. The feeling of belonging but not belonging, of home and homesickness all happening at the same time was just overwhelming. Hubs got a bit of a giggle out of it, not of my distress but of how surprised I was at said distress, I think. These were “my people” due to my Scottish ancestry, but they were also “my people” because they were British and I feel like I was getting close to that, for a time anyway.
I said on Facebook: “Well, it happened. I teared up at ‘Jerusalem.'” The only people who have liked the comment are expats or have them in their lives.
And did those feet in ancient time.
Walk upon Englands mountains green:
And was the holy Lamb of God,
On Englands pleasant pastures seen!
I would like to say when, but for the time being I will say if…IF we make it back to live in the UK, they will have to burn me out to make me leave a second time. It is my second home…and I can’t wait to go back for a visit, at least.
|Starry, Starry Blackberry Wallpaper|
I’m not going to do my standard “Year in Review” post today. I’m also not going to list resolutions for the new year that I will certainly break. What I am going to do is tell you my plans for the year, so that this time 2014 I can look at this post again and see how close I got to getting it all right.
A short disclaimer: This optimism is destined not to last, so enjoy it while it is here. I’m sure I’ll be back to my regular emo ray of sunshine self very, very soon.
This year is going to be very lucky for me and mine. We have a house. We will have a fence and a deck soon. Our basement floor will return to normal. We will get all our boxes from the overseas move unpacked before summer. We will have guests from the UK and the US and Canada and wherever else we have friends to come stay with us. I will be having a Eurovision finals party at my house in May. Daisy and Clown will maintain, healthy and happy, as they are today.
Our family will grow. We’ve gotten downright scientific about this whole process, and while we will definitely increase the canine population of the house with a larger and fuzzier newcomer, I am confident that we will also add to our family of humans.
I will get something published. In the past, I have resolved to “make part of my living with my writing” and I’ve done that. Daisy’s book and my others are still available on Lulu.com. This year, however, is when that takes a step up. This is the year that all my nano-noveling and other pecking at my keyboard will be shared with the world, as well as the year that I truly start to believe that I have a story to tell that people want to read.
I will be doing more things in the name of self-care. There will be yoga and meditation to quiet my mind as well as a dedicated effort to start running again while my knees will still allow me to do so.
There will be travel. Watch this space, as I will be filling all five or six of you in on my travels in a more timely manner than I have in the past. Along those lines, and in combination with the above publishing work, there will be a photo book in the works of our honeymoon trip. We are fairly decent photogs, me and my Mister, and I want to share the incredible experience we had with others.
I am going to be a better listener and friend, and will spend more time doing and less time talking about doing. Of course, this blog doesn’t count…
Finally, I’m going to look back on this post on 1 Jan 2014 and smile at all I’ve accomplished this year. Happy New Year, Lettuce Readers. Live long and prosper, and all that jazz.
I’m working on it! I just have to get three sets of garb done, get to a closing on the house that we are hopefully buying, start the Carolina Renn Fest, and get through a trip to Myrtle Beach for Beach Bound Hounds…and that’s just in my free time. Relax. Maybe I can sneak in a spot of blogging this afternoon…
The picture today is from the Tower of London, and the gamer girl in me says it’s my interpretation of all my toons with crossbows. The real Nancy says it’s a metaphor for what happens if you cross me lately. Get it? Cross bow? Cross me?
I think I still need a nap.