I wish vacation time would come with an additional – at least two weeks long – “take your time to get used to your work life again” period. I’m so freaking tired already and it’s only Tuesday. I had to work for 6 hours on Sunday so I’ve kind of already managed to get through half the week. But the lack of sleep last night (various reasons for that, I guess) almost killed me today.
Maybe I should go straight to bed, but I know that I’m gong to be insanely busy all day tomorrow and I had wanted to post this on Sunday evening already, so I’m trying to stay awake long enough to do it.
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My Mum’s back home again. Yay! Her GP prescribed her the new medication to prevent further bloodclots so let’s just hope it will work out well and I don’t have to take her to the ER in six months again.
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With all the Sam Heughan and Outlander TV series excitement happening in my Twitter hood *g*, I too started skimming through the first book again to picture Sam in all the scenes and I forgot about my Outlander Chronicles for a bit. I took a break from that while I was at the Sea as well. Anyway, on Sunday evening while I was driving back home from work I continued with “The Fiery Cross” audiobook and had to chuckle, when I heard this
“Liquor flowed like water at the party”
because that was what had happened at Bro2’s annual garden party / barbeque. I had a good time for most of the time, but as I had to get to work the next day I wasn’t able to drink as much of the delicious homemade fruit schnapps as I would have wanted to. And then I missed the right moment to leave before the funny-drunk people turned into obnoxiously wasted, because of all the free booze. *sigh* Being almost sober amongst a group of pretty drunk people isn’t really fun. Being really drunk shouldn’t be fun either, to be honest, but still … :-)
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The upside of not being drunk was not having a hangover and thus being able to get up moderately well rested and still early enough on Sunday to watch Sam Heughan’s “First Light” in the morning before I had to leave for work. I had watched parts of his work on youtube over the last few days, but this was the first time I saw him on my TV, big screen and all and I liked it very much *g*
Seeing him in this role, as an almost 19 year old spitfire pilot in the 1940s, gave me a very good idea of what goodies we might expect in the Outlander TV series, even though the role was quite different from Jamie Fraser.
He starts out young and excited to be there and to fly a plane and eager to be part of something big. He looks so innocent in the beginning (as he should, I guess), but that changes quickly, when we see him more in action, either flying planes or with his girlfriend. Well, not that kind of action *g*, but there’s kissing and adorable smiles and looks and… yeah. nice stuff to watch.
But then of course there is the war and the killing and comrades being shot down and the risk of being killed himself, which change him and make him grow up and lose the innocent boyish looks very quickly and ends in complete mental fatigue. And Sam does an amazing job bringing all the various emotions of this “journey” to the screen and to show how this character changes within a few months because of what he is going through. And yes, he does look especially good, when he’s beaten up and angry :-)
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Outlander Chronicles 2013
Day 180 | Audiobook: : The Fiery Cross | Book 5: The Fiery Cross | Part Five: ‘Tis Better To Marry Than | Chapter 40: Duncan’s Secret
One of the many gems I just now discovered in this series. Hilarious. I listened to that on that Sunday evening drive home and was broadly grinning in my car. A slightly drunk Jamie thinking about Claire and other things *g*
“Ever since she had shown him the sperms, he had been uncomfortably aware of the crowded conditions that must now and then obtain in his balls, an impression made forcibly stronger in situations like this. He kent well enough that there was no danger of rupture or explosion – and yet he couldn’t help but think of all the shoving going on.
Being trapped in a seething mass of others, with no hope of escape, was one of his own visions of Hell, and he paused for a moment outside the screen of willow trees, to administer a brief squeeze of reassurance, which he hoped might calm the riot for a bit”
[Quotes are from “The Fiery Cross” by Diana Gabaldon, Copyright© 2001 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.]