Now we have floods. And bedraggled birds.
School finished for the year today for the elder two children and the long summer holidays stretch deliciously in front of them. Son #3 still has ten schooldays left, much to his disgust. His brothers are rubbing it in, of course. Lots of exaggerated sighs of relief and talk of massive sleep-ins.
The Mighty Cellos are playing with the primary school kids tomorrow night at their end-of-year music concert. The Tarantella features heavily (rather fast for my beginner fingers but I'm keeping up), and the finale is a 'hoedown' which involves waving of bows, footstomping and spinning of cellos, which sends us all into fits of giggles. I'll be handing the camera to either Mr Soup or one of the older boys so stay tuned for some hilarious celli video action here on the blog (once I've seen the footage and vetted it, that is).
We watched The Dish the other night in preparation for The Great Roadtrip North that's looming. I'd forgotten just what a delightful film it is. (Of course now the boys want to play cricket on the dish). Love the part where the teenage band play the Hawaii Five-O theme music when the American ambassador arrives. And Janine who keeps turning up with baskets of sandwiches for the scientists.
Today was my usual Wednesday "off", which means (now that Uni has finished up for the year) that I run around frantically doing the grocery shopping, laundry and myriad household chores. I also made a brief excursion to the Apple shop and, carefully averting my eyes from the shiny iPhones everywhere (sigh, the trials of being on a budget), I purchased an essential but boring new printer (why are appliances built to be disposable these days; makes me cross) from a delightful young man who didn't speak in tongues or make me feel like a complete technophobe. Thoroughly retailed out, I returned home for a cup of tea and proceeded to make two more batches of soap, which are currently tucked up under blankets in the laundry, quietly doing their magic.
Oh it's raining again. What a surprise. There's a bucket in the middle of the lounge room floor, catching drips, and the music is getting turned up louder and louder to be heard over the roar on the tin roof. Time to give up and go to bed with my book. (Skippy Dies, by Paul Murray. Very good! I've also just finished Stones from the River by Ursula Hegi, and The Facts of Life by Graham Joyce, both equally recommended if you're looking for a good read).