10 March 2008
We're in the middle of another heatwave, and as I sip tea and eat lemon myrtle shortbread in the cool morning light of my study, I watch the rosellas and lorikeets nibble on the seed bells strung in the trees outside my window. They arrive in pairs and chatter gently to each other until our resident family of seven currawongs arrive and flap their wings menacingly.
The currawongs are gentle really, despite their mournful cries and funereal appearance. Several of them are babies, albeit as large as the adults, and they, together with the mischievous magpies, have a wonderful time flinging the peastraw mulch around the place, burying my tender seedlings and making a mess on the brick path.
A pigeon lands on the roof of the birdfeeder, swinging it wildly and unnerving the bird inside.
It's a public holiday here although Mr Soup has headed off to work as per usual. The children are playing Monopoly (again) and I am uploading photos, musing, planning, making mental checklists for both Craft Retreat this coming weekend and Easter camping shortly after. Food to organise, equipment to check, lists to tick off. It overwhelms me.
Tonight I'm off to the Australian Chamber Orchestra with L.
Thank you for all your birthday wishes; I felt very spoilt indeed. It was a quietish birthday weekend with lunch at a local riverside cafe and not much else. Both the washing machine and the toaster broke but I tried not to take it personally. Mr Soup pulled the washing machine apart and put it back together saying he couldn't find anything blocked or kinked or wrong with it, but it's somehow working again so in between lying in the hammock with a book and demanding tea and chocolate be brought to me at regular intervals, I did massive amounts of laundry. The cake I baked was excellent, if I say so myself.
I am missing Sueeeus' quiet presence about the house; the sound of her filling the kettle for more tea, her gentle voice as she tells the children about some snippet of life on the other side of the globe.
It feels as though I stood outside my real life for a couple of weeks - stepped sideways and experienced a brief reprieve. The juggernaut is fast gathering speed however; when I arrived at the office after a tearful airport farewell to Sue, I found there had been a tragedy at work and I will be working an extra day for a few months to help cover for an absent colleague. Together with my other little one day a week "play" job and one day a week at Uni, I'll be fulltime for a while. Blogging may well take a backseat.
Tomorrow I will buy a new toaster, kiss my babes and try not to clench my insides every time they cross the road.