|Fall Leaves on Campus|
|Who lives in the computer?|
behind the computer screen as
well as upstairs for his Nana. I finally took a picture of him talking to me on Skype, reversed the iphone, and told him he was in my computer... now I think he's really confused! Ah, technology.
Each week has been full "sorting out" as they say here. It's amazing how much we take for granted in the states. We supersize everything, drive with abandon, and live lives so fast paced that when we sit on the side of the bed, we have to look out the window searching for daylight to remember if we're putting on our socks or taking them off. Although I'm now sleeping through the night, I've found that I'm growing to like this slower pace, this enjoyment of time, looking forward to taking a bus to go shopping. My muscles are becoming attuned to the hills and I become a bit antsy to take a walk on the slow days I have set aside for writing.
|View from the National Library of Wales|
After my visit to the castle ruins a few weeks ago, I was led to further research on the 'body' and the Eisteddfod Festival. For an isolated university town, there is a wonderful jewel of a museum - The Ceredigion Free Museum. If one is lucky, Jez will be on duty. If you have time to listen, introduce yourself and ask him a question about local history. His salt and pepper stubble doesn't cover the
The harps and crowns in the case at the end were from previous Eisteddfod Festivals and are beautiful, inlaid wood, geometric patterns. I'm hoping to see one while here in Wales. It will be held in Denbighshire in August of 2013. The first woman to win the competition was Mererid Hopwood in 2001. For more info: http://www.eisteddfod.org.uk/english/content.php?nID=644
Of course, I haven't checked out the pubs... yet! Though I've heard tales that Aberystwyth is in the running for the most pubs per capita in Wales if not the UK (Aber has over 50!)
The chimney pots are fascinating. Each a little different. I wonder at Dickens and his references to chimney sweeps. Many were children for only the slightly built were small enough to enter the dark confined spaces and scrape out the clogging soot. I enjoyed Mary Poppins and Dick Van Dyke's song, Chim Chim Cheree, but when faced with the reality of who and what, I am shocked at how little life was valued then and how "other" was defined and, unfortunately, still is throughout the world.
So a week of discovery and yet a new batch of questions. Until next we meet in print, here is a glorious Aber sunset taken from the bus window on my ride home.