Weeknotes: September 22–26, 2025

Monday, September 22

I'm listening to the Tannahhill Weavers, a Scottish folk band who include a glossary of pronunciations and Scottish words on their lyrics sheets.

Some are logical:

Dinnae = don't know
Gane = gone
Tae - to
Twa = two
Wasnae = was not

Some less so:

Ken = know
Maun = may
Muckle = big
Trews = tartan trousers
Yin = one

I've loved this band since I first heard them on a Rykodisc compilation sometime around 1990. They were my gateway to Celtic music.

Out my office window the ground's quiet applause welcomes rain for the first time in a month. Later, at the pet store, the ceiling has sprung a leak and two dog pools have been pulled off a nearby shelf to catch it. On the equinox the world is liquid again.