Happy 4th from across the pond!

It’s tough to believe that today is the quintessential summer holiday in the U.S. while it is overcast and gloomy in England (and also lacking in American flags waving triumphantly). I love living in England and moving here to be with the Brit and work on my Master’s degree was the right move for my life, but living abroad has made me appreciate my home even more. I received four texts today from English citizens wishing me a happy 4th of July, and although it feels like just any other day here, those texts meant a lot to me and made me smile and think of home.

Of course, I will miss seeing fireworks, cooking out with friends and family, and celebrating our nation’s independence (funnily from the country I now live in). However, I will still have a celebrations of sorts as friends of ours are having a party this weekend, and when I realized it fell on the weekend after the 4th, I suggested an America-themed party in honor of the holiday. That has transformed into an ‘American Legends’ fancy dress party (costume party in the U.S.), which should prove to be all sorts of hilarious! Stay tuned for photos of that!

So, I hope you all have a happy 4th of July in the good ol’ U.S. of A and enjoy all of the goodness that comes along with celebrating the day!

Edited to add:  The sun came out and we had bluebird skies for most of the evening! It was so good to enjoy a lovely outdoor run with a friend tonight!

Jubilee Weekend in Wales

I’m very behind on my posting and am slowly catching up. Hopefully, my next post will actually be about how we traveled to London for the Diamond Jubilee Flotilla on June 3rd — because we really did go!

After taking the train back up north from London, we hopped in the car and headed to Abersoch, Wales in hopes of finding some sun. (This seems to be the theme of the blog lately — where is the sun?) We arrived late to Abersoch where the Brit’s parents were waiting up for us and then we promptly crashed into bed. Monday morning revealed that it would be another cloudy day, but we were lucky in that we had some really beautiful patches of sun throughout the day. We enjoyed walking along the sea and lunch in a cafe.

Later in the afternoon, I joined the Brit and his dad in a rousing game of boules on the beach. Maybe there is a similar game in the US, but I have never played it if there is. There is a small ball that is thrown first and each round is focused around getting your two larger (and heavier) balls as close as possible to the smaller one. The person with the closest ball gets 1 point, and if you are lucky enough for both of your balls to be the closest, then you receive 2 points. The winner of each round then throws the small ball and it starts again. We played to 11 points, but apparently you can use any number as the winning number. I definitely need to practice this for our future trips to Abersoch as the guys crushed me. I had a few lucky plays, but overall I was in last place (of three, remember!) for the duration of the game.

That evening, we had a barbecue, toasted with champagne, and enjoyed wine/Pimm’s/beer while watching the Diamond Jubilee Concert on telly. Although the weather wasn’t fab, we were happy to have a day of relaxation in Wales before returning to West Yorkshire early on Tuesday morning. I’m really looking forward to a few more weekends in Abersoch this summer…and to some redemption in boules!

It’s just not cricket.

(I asked the Brit to help me come up with a title for this blog post and he informed me that they use the saying of ‘It’s just not cricket’ when something isn’t right. So, there you go and I just learned something today!)

Today, the Brit and I were supposed to be sitting in the sun at Headingley watching the England v. West Indies One Day International cricket match. Instead, he’s working from home and I’m applying to jobs while listening to the radio commentary from Headingley as we watch the rain pour down outside. (In the words of the English, ‘It is absolutely pissing it down!’) The match was set to begin at 10:30 and has yet to officially be called off, but it is difficult to imagine how the cricket grounds will be playable in the midst of this downpour.

Not only was I looking forward to spending the day with the Brit as it feels like we haven’t seen each other these past two weeks, I was also excited to see some cricket live. All credit to the Brit as he has tried many a time to explain the game to me while watching it on telly and because of that I do understand the very basics of it. However, I knew that if I could see the whole thing happening at once that I would understand it more fully and pick the rules up faster. But unfortunately, I think my cricket lesson will have to be postponed.

Oh, I have seen one other cricket match live, but I don’t think I can count it. It was a match in which the Brit’s 6-year old godson was playing. Granted, it was absolutely adorable to see the little ones in their cricket whites, but all I could think of were the days of my brother playing tee-ball when he was young. (For those who might not know, tee-ball is baseball for little kids in which they hit the baseball off of a tee instead of it being pitched to them.) It was a hysterical mess of cuteness!

So, although today’s match looks like a wash, I’m hoping we can soon catch a live cricket match as I’m really interested in learning more about the sport. And, I hope that the sun comes back. I really hope I didn’t curse the weather with my last blog post!

British summer?

I realize that I vanished and not that I have zillions of readers wondering where I have been, but the sun has been out the past two days so I am also pulling myself out of this weather-inflicted moodiness I have sunk into. I wish I could say I was lying when I admit that I have cried at least twice because of the weather this past week. (Yes, I realize how lame this sounds, but this weather is rough for a girl who is used to hot summers.) I wish I also could say I was lying when prior to yesterday I cannot remember the last day we had that didn’t involve some sort of rain.

I had been doing a fairly good job of staying positive and had (with the help of the Brit) pretty much convinced myself summer was going to arrive tomorrow, but the tomorrows kept coming and never brought summer. And then, the English started to admit they are fed up with the rain and that means something.

On Thursday, I was talking to the Brit’s mum nearly in tears about how the weather really had me down. Later in the day, she said to the Brit’s dad, “This weather really has Becky depressed.” I’m certain she expected him to offer some encouraging words, but instead he replied, “It has me depressed, too.” All she and I could do was laugh because it is true that we are all sick of this weather.

And then on Saturday, as we were painting our living room, it was raining non-stop, but shifting from drizzle to complete downpour. About every twenty minutes, my almost always optimistic fiancé would use some iteration of the following, “Guess what?! It’s raining again. Bet you didn’t expect that.” And again, all you could do was laugh because it really has been that awful.

So, the sun is shining and I have the wash hanging outside on the line and there is a smile on my face! Even if it starts to rain again tomorrow, I think these two days of sun will help me stay positive for another few weeks. I hope that is the case, at least!