Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Rex
Rex was a champion of a little dog. 15 years being a faithful family member and an all-round cute little terrier. I know they can't live forever (and even though he wasn't mine) sometimes I wish they just would.
Monday, January 27, 2014
Sunday, January 26, 2014
This Is Not New Zealand. Home Holiday - Day 2
I woke up with enough time to take the dog of the yellow house for a leisurely walk. And by leisurely I mean really really slow - though this is one thing I can learn to do a bit more of, just to stop and meander and not worry about pace. Our 10 minutes around the block turns into 20 minutes these days but I guess it isn't a race when you are on staycation.
Breakfast was at Two Before Ten drinking bloody good coffee in the cool morning air, followed by mushrooms, bacon and eggs and plenty of time to chat as the sun warmed up. On the drive home I saw the Dynamite Records sign at the markets and accidentally bought some classic Australian music on vinyl. I had to - it's Australia Day.
The rest of the day was spent sitting in a pretty backyard, which is the second home to Teddy my imaginary greyhound, under a big old tree. An afternoon of listening to music, eating watermelon granita and making new friends. And can I just say, I'd forgotten just how good watermelon granita is! It's astoundingly good.
Fireworks from the hill end the day before heading home - it was nice listening to both the children and adults gasp in delight. 'This is the best day ever' was declared by one little kid TWICE (cute overload times a million). Best days are great though, and as I drive home I think about some of my best days the last few months. Maybe I'm not so different from that little kid because these best days have been filled with little simple things and fun. Either way, I hope that kid remembers this very evening in years to come, sitting on a chilly hill in Canberra, surrounded by strangers with bats flying low and in the distance, far away, explosions of colour lighting the night time sky.
Breakfast was at Two Before Ten drinking bloody good coffee in the cool morning air, followed by mushrooms, bacon and eggs and plenty of time to chat as the sun warmed up. On the drive home I saw the Dynamite Records sign at the markets and accidentally bought some classic Australian music on vinyl. I had to - it's Australia Day.
The rest of the day was spent sitting in a pretty backyard, which is the second home to Teddy my imaginary greyhound, under a big old tree. An afternoon of listening to music, eating watermelon granita and making new friends. And can I just say, I'd forgotten just how good watermelon granita is! It's astoundingly good.
Fireworks from the hill end the day before heading home - it was nice listening to both the children and adults gasp in delight. 'This is the best day ever' was declared by one little kid TWICE (cute overload times a million). Best days are great though, and as I drive home I think about some of my best days the last few months. Maybe I'm not so different from that little kid because these best days have been filled with little simple things and fun. Either way, I hope that kid remembers this very evening in years to come, sitting on a chilly hill in Canberra, surrounded by strangers with bats flying low and in the distance, far away, explosions of colour lighting the night time sky.
Saturday, January 25, 2014
This Is Not New Zealand. Home Holiday - Day 1
So I'm on holidays and I was supposed to go to New Zealand. And now I'm not. And there are a million reasons (well about 4) why I am not on a plane right now, and that's ok, because I'm here and this is where I should be.
Last night was the start of my home holiday. 6pm precisely - as I was cooking brownies, baking ricotta, making salad and roasting chicken. Speaking of that, here's a tip. Don't cook a 4 course meal after a busy work week in under 2 hours. It's not going to end up as well as you might hope. Saying that, the cocktail was so good I didn't even take a photo. Booze for the win! Blood orange, whiskey, some pink grapefruit, mint and a nip of sugar. Lots of ice.
I did take some photos of the brownie which was made on a pretzel crust. Pretzel crust fail but brownie a success. Same for the salted caramel sauce which I may or may not use for milkshakes this week. Shut up! I'm on home holiday.
Scrabble featured heavily during the beginning of this home holiday as did several hours of listening to 80's music. Things I learned?
Scrabble is not a team sport and I will never beat this scrabble ninja. Negatory on that.
It is also harder to play on a board compared to the internets.
It isn't a good sign of your scrabble abilities that your senile dog is deemed better than you by all parties involved (including yourself).
Some 80's music is still fantastic.
The girl from Swingout Sister has the most amazing hair. I'm a little in love.
It is better not to sleep during home holidays because (and I was going to dot point this BUT I'M ON HOLIDAY SO WILL NOT)
a) you get a lot more home holiday time
b) it ends up making you feel jet lagged like you HAVE travelled overseas when in fact you have not left the Australian Capital Territory.
Home holiday continued nicely on Saturday with a lovely lunch at Autolyse in Braddon. A bucket of coffee, a chicken salad and good company while sitting outside watching the world go by. You know the kind of day when the weather is just right - warm with a slight breeze. Well that.
And the rest of Day 1? Some time at the art supply shop and a holiday purchase to help make some things throughout the week.
The afternoon was then spent planning the intricate details of home holiday week whilst drinking french champagne, eating Sicilian olives and picking at cold leftover roast chicken. The Foals playing loudly and salted caramel sauce at the ready in the fridge. Dog snoring - and I might run a bath. This. This is alright.
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