Three days off work, what bliss. Day 1, Saturday, R had a volunteer work fundraiser, barbequeing sausages at a big green shed. I was up early and read and dealt with some blog posts. A load of washing was done and hung to dry. I went into town and did some errands. Rested in the late afternoon, aka, R having a nap and me doing some blog stuffs and spending an hour cleaning the barbeque. Tidied some bookshelves and took some books down to our library and brought two back up. Dinner with our Brother Friends and our NT ex pollie/policeman friend at our local hotel and they came back to the Highrise for coffee. Saw them off by 10pm and to bed.
Awake early on Sunday, only lightly dozed after 4am. It rarely happens but rain was beating strongly on my back window and kept waking me. Finally tired of dozing and rose at 6.30. More people had written more on the net to read and respond to. A load of washing in, and some stuff on the horse was dry and delivered to R's bedroom for ironing. Out for brunch and weekly shopping, normally done by R on Saturday. I wash my doona cover about once every three months. It is such hard work putting it back on. I did that and put the cover back on in three stages. More cleaning out wardrobes. Much to take down to the recycling room, including now, a very rare wine cork. To my surprise the cork bin was about 1/3 full. I can't help myself. I saw some people had put wrong things in recycling bins and I corrected the really obvious errors. The weather was just shite today, cold, heavy showers, gusts of wind. Another load of washing in and hung in the spare room to dry. I gathered together all my glasses. I will have a number for them after I have finished writing this. About five daily glasses. Three medium. Two strong. That makes ten. I think there was eleven.
Weird glasses and broken daily glasses to the cars for emergencies. Two pair. Glasses I wear all the time and two spares sorted. Big lens bathroom glasses returned to bathroom. Extra strong pairs there in abeyance but saved for the future.
2.30 Dyke friend arrives with Dog Jack, who we are looking after for a few days while she is going to funeral in Tasmania.
3.00 R and Jack asleep on bed and I wrote about cameras. I am slightly distracted by a noise in the background, the slow cooker in action, cooking lamb shanks for dinner.
5.18, wine o'clock.
6.00, commercial tv news
6.20 R asks if I could do a big favour and take Jack downstairs for a wee. I did. Chatted to ex mayor of Collingwood in the lift. Her friend's dog is afraid of the lift and has to be carried. Butch little Jack has no fear of lifts. Lifts always lead to a pleasurable dog experience for him.
7.00 pm, Proper news on tv. Last doona cover duty done, buttoning it up and shaking the feathers down to the bottom.
A very unfinished post, but as my blog is a diary, I just publish it with apologies.