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Wednesday, April 28th, 2004The weekend was truly glorious here in Edinburgh. Sunday and Monday were especially lovely, and I spent a great deal of my time in The Meadows on a blanket, reading and catching some rare sunshine. I also indulged in some football/soccer/whatever, some frisbee, and a little bit of people watching. There was a man playing ball with his tiny white dog. It was so small and furry that you couldn't really tell where his legs were, and the dog would chase after the ball, then head-butt it back to his owner, barking the whole time. I laughed at that. I also laughed at the woman in short-shorts and a bra lying on a towel. Honey, I know it's unseasonably warm, but it's not that warm. Put on a tshirt, you're giving me the shiveries. I could tell the warmth wasn't going to last from the gloominess on Monday night. I went with some friends to a ceilidh*, and had to step outside after every few dances to cool down. I was glad at the time that it had started to spittle rain again, because it felt nice at the time, but I knew that the sun wasn't going to shine as brightly the next day. Sure enough, today and yesterday were a return to moderate weather. Yesterday was rainy and miserable, and today was dry but grey. It's the kind of grey that seeps into you, and makes you grey as well, so that there is no happiness, and no sadness either, just a blank, boring, soul-crushing grey. I remain hopeful for a return to warmth, though. Eventually, it has to happen. I will be ready for it next time, with my picnic sandwiches and my sandals and my blanket and books. *Oh, people, I love the ceilidh. It sounds goofy and square as hell, but it is so much fun. Jumping and skipping and waltzing, oh my! If only every day could be a ceilidh day I would never complain about the weather again.
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