Things I really should have been doing today:
attacking the post-holiday laundry mountain
writing summative assessments
which nobody will ever read on small children
I lacked enthusiasm. So I decided to get rid of should, at least for today.
I’ve been pondering a new blog for a while. Somewhere to publish writing and photographs, to rant and moan, and generally keep in touch with my friends-who-live-in-my-computer. Livejournal seems to have died a death; Facebook has its place, but I don’t feel the love; and I’m really not sure I’m the twittering sort.
I played about to find a name that was available.
All the serendipity variants were taken. Obviously serendipity is too popular.
Turas is my Word of the Week, which I learnt on Tiree. It’s Gaelic for a journey, but as The Nice Artist Man In The Gallery said, “It has a suggestion of purpose or pilgrimage.” Well, I liked that idea, and it stayed with me.
I also liked An Turas, the tunnel/ shelter/ conceptual artwork by the ferry terminal at Scarinish.