It Rains, It Pours

Spent a good part of yesterday evening playing with my camera. Normally when it rains in England its a drizzle, with a slate gray sky. Yesterday it poured and you could see the sunset, at the same time. As soon as I think I have this place pegged it likes to go and all contradict itself. Bloody weather.






I was able to join my family at a party for a little while, via skype. It made me realize how quiet my house is with just little, old me. When you grow up always having to make yourself heard over a gaggle of people, and none of them talking very quietly, your noise spectrum tends to be a bit off, at least in comparison to everyone else. Their loud is my normal and my party volume is their cacophony. I don't think of it as a bad thing; although I have to concentrate a lot on lowering the decibals in consideration of others. It just means I get to use a bunch of fun adjectives to describe myself. For example I don't laugh, I bust out laughing, loudly. So much more fun.