17 July 2010
once upon a time on a quiet saturday afternoon
I filled the bird feeder this morning and have been enjoying the rosellas and lorikeets all afternoon
someone dumped a whole lot of chick flicks at the op shop - they were 50c each so I bought a few. watched Notting Hill a couple of nights ago (there is a distinct lack of chemistry between Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts in that film. the best thing about the film is Gina whatsit from The Forstye Saga who plays the friend in the wheelchair) and Sliding Doors last night. why had I not noticed how misogynist that film is? (Although, John Hannah ...yum). You've Got Mail and Sleepless in Seattle are up next. sap sap sap, I know. then back to the op shop they will go.
more lemon curd. the limes have finally finished and our poor sickly lemon tree only has 3 marble-sized lemons on it so I was forced to purchase lemons, but oh it was worth it.
the boys are all hiding in their bedrooms lest I make them do more chores. this morning I put them to work hanging out washing, doing dishes, vacuuming, collecting firewood and so on while I baked fruit cake and a batch of heathen Anzac biscuits (ie. chocolate flavoured). now we have a clean house and a pantry full of afternoon tea goodies. it feels good.
I'm knitting socks for my father's birthday (which was last week). Yesterday was my brother's birthday, and this coming week features the mister's birthday. I don't think he'll be getting socks somehow
the dog is limping
everyone around me (friends, work colleagues) is off somewhere exciting it seems. new york, helsinki, fiji, greece, italy, london, darwin. I'd settle for a long weekend in Dubbo right now
I cut the youngest and eldest children's hair during the week. the middle child who is a bit precious sometimes, won't let me near his with a barge pole
Son #1 after a few teenage years of dark and gruesome indie rock, has rediscovered his love of Bach and has spent many a happy hour downloading sheet music to learn various sonatas and partitas, and then the music for his iPod. together with his rediscovery of the joys of being part of a soccer team this year, he is finally off the couch and engaging in life again
our interwebs have been slowed to dial up speed with two weeks of our month left to go. I guess my watching the film of Far from the Madding Crowd on YouTube (in many many seven minute snippets) contributed. er, my bad
I haven't touched the spinning wheel in weeks, and my aeolian shawl is in the naughty corner after I mastered the nupps (insert skip of joy here) but then discovered the next section requires five separate charts for each row of lace. five. five!
the strings teacher at the youngest's primary school is offering a Saturday afternoon beginner's group class for any parents who want to learn violin, viola or cello. I am so in that. as an aside, said teacher is also a sock knitter. it's meant to be, right?
I could ramble on a bit more but next door's crazy dalmatian puppy is rampaging around our back garden which means any minute three small frantic girls are going to come tumbling down our steps looking for her. our own dog is sleeping through all this (greyhounds not being known for their watchdog attributes) and is now actually snoring. loudly.