things I like about weekends
Fridays
Always involve social drinking and catching up with other people. This Friday I was joined by Jamie, who used to work with me in Adelaide, and once worked in Hobart with some of my current colleagues, it was nice to bring the two worlds together, to hang out with a professional peer, to talk about the good and the bad. Then joined K at my favourite favourite wine bar in all of Tasmania.
Saturdays
seem to go too quickly; generally are days when the thought of drinking any more alcohol makes me shudder; completely appreciate Gill's challenge that I regularly let work intrude into my weekends and resolved to amend the situation. See Sunday.
Sundays
Sleeping in, papers, sunshine, getting sheets to dry on the washing line, reading, music. And this Sunday it also had the sweet smell of linseed oil which I used to seal my wooden table after sanding it. I love sanding (but perhaps need to wear a little Michael Jackson style surgical mask to protect my airways), love how you can work on the wood and keep stripping back until it is glossy and smooth, showing different patterns and knots that were not visible on the surface. After walking to Lansdowne Cafe, which will become my new brunch haunt once I kick am allowed to eat contraband menu items of eggs and chocolate and almonds, and received admiring clothes comments from someone whose dress sense I admire (oh, mutual appreciation society; but of course got all awkward and embarrassed), I did not leave the house! Sat on the deck to read the paper, said hello to the neighbour and then kept jumping into the air off my deck to get a better view of his mansion, inspected my silverbeet (dying) and kept sketching out my windmill in preparation for my next lino sketch. Windmills in the countryside look so paint worthy.
Oh, and watched about a hundred episodes of McLeods Daughters, there was one funny line when Tess referred to herself as being related to the McClods. Oh ho ho. Actually, not ashamed of liking McD at all, the country is beautiful and I want to move there.
Always involve social drinking and catching up with other people. This Friday I was joined by Jamie, who used to work with me in Adelaide, and once worked in Hobart with some of my current colleagues, it was nice to bring the two worlds together, to hang out with a professional peer, to talk about the good and the bad. Then joined K at my favourite favourite wine bar in all of Tasmania.
Saturdays
seem to go too quickly; generally are days when the thought of drinking any more alcohol makes me shudder; completely appreciate Gill's challenge that I regularly let work intrude into my weekends and resolved to amend the situation. See Sunday.
Sundays
Sleeping in, papers, sunshine, getting sheets to dry on the washing line, reading, music. And this Sunday it also had the sweet smell of linseed oil which I used to seal my wooden table after sanding it. I love sanding (but perhaps need to wear a little Michael Jackson style surgical mask to protect my airways), love how you can work on the wood and keep stripping back until it is glossy and smooth, showing different patterns and knots that were not visible on the surface. After walking to Lansdowne Cafe, which will become my new brunch haunt once I kick am allowed to eat contraband menu items of eggs and chocolate and almonds, and received admiring clothes comments from someone whose dress sense I admire (oh, mutual appreciation society; but of course got all awkward and embarrassed), I did not leave the house! Sat on the deck to read the paper, said hello to the neighbour and then kept jumping into the air off my deck to get a better view of his mansion, inspected my silverbeet (dying) and kept sketching out my windmill in preparation for my next lino sketch. Windmills in the countryside look so paint worthy.
Oh, and watched about a hundred episodes of McLeods Daughters, there was one funny line when Tess referred to herself as being related to the McClods. Oh ho ho. Actually, not ashamed of liking McD at all, the country is beautiful and I want to move there.
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