Since we don’t live by politix alone (I sincerely hope), what did people get up to this weekend? Join in, share some tales, regulars and lurkers all!
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Frist!
Had a fantastic day today!
Got up too early, off to obedience school, dog did demo easy enough, off to lesson and eventually the dreaded (by me not dog) recall. Dog did perfectly!
Home to coffee and prosciutto with melon, yummy!
Then went to the Barossa. Didn’t even visit a bloody winery! Had lunch in Tanunda then into a new+s/hand bookshop.
Got Charmain Solomons “Thai” secondhand.
Then bought a big thick book: “Spicemarket” by J Lawson. 40 spices with lots of recipes for each one. Had given up buying big thick cookbooks in favor of small, beautifully produced single subject booklets but this one just called to me
Also a sci fi book by Alastair reynolds “House of Suns” Hope it is a goodie, real scifi hard to find amongst the fantasy crap! Spent over $100 on those 3 books, the spice one being about half of that.
Now home relaxing with a glass of red from Farmers Market.
Woke up late - recovering from 4 weeks of the WA campaign, election day and the party last night. Took the cat to the vet, went to see my beloved who is in hospital and did some grocery shopping. Now, chilling back with a cold beer.
Spent yesterday handing out Greens how-to-vote cards at some micro polling station in Playford Country, and feel very good about fulfilling my duties as a citizen (and the result. Woot!). Jovial Monk, best spice book evah! is “Spice Notes” by Ian Hemphill. My copy is well thumbed, and well stained.
Sunday was reasonably lazy (spent it on watching footy finals and houseworky type stuff) but spent Saturday working on a new challenge with a mate of mine: ride our bicycles to all of Melbourne’s water storages. First up was Yan Yean Reservoir, which is close enough to the city to make a pleasant morning ride directly there.
We then rode across to Diamond Creek, which is a crappy ride - farm access roads that are now coping with hordes of outer-suburbanites ferrying kids to footy finals.
However, the last 5 kilometres into Diamond Creek is great fun; a smooth, reasonably wide, downhill run. Recommended, if you can find a slightly less unpleasant way to get to it!
My teenage son and I travelled tothe south side of town where we went to church together… at his request. We caught up with friends and went out to lunch (shouted by same teenage son…and surprisingly not Maccas).
Went for a drive in the coutryside, and home for a catnap.
Went to youth service at night and stayed up watching tv and preparing materials for teaching!
Took my son to The Catholics on Friday night, how lovely to find a place (Sound Lounge) where you can take a music mad teenager to see good live music!!!! If only some of the rock venues were the same…They were great as usual.. Then on Saturday we saw In Bruges and loved it, came home to watch the Swans win (when will they stop having matches at Homebush?!) and spent Sunday arvo in a nice beer garden in Newtown with some old friends.. what a lovely weekend!
“Jovial Monk, best spice book evah! is “Spice Notes” by Ian Hemphill.”
Word up.
I got my copy as part of trifecta with Gardener Cook by Christopher Lloyd and Howard Sooley, and one on Australian seafood species whose name and author escape me for the moment. All three are basically ingredient-worship, and let you draw your own conclusions about recipes to make them work, with the odd suggestion.
For once I actually did have a lazy Sunday. Twas the Lady Friend’s birthday, so we went for breakfast at Tom Phat on Sydney Rd (excellent roti omelette with bacon, chilli and coriander), then bummed around the house till dinner at Balzari in Lygon St (also su-freaking-poib).
A little brouhaha in Iguana Joe’s is now Palin into insignificance
Here I was getting all down on myself for being listless and unmotivated recently, and thinking I might need a session or two with the psych, when all I needed was a sunny day or two and magnolias and apricot blossom.
To spring! The time you remember depression isn’t always something you can work your way out of. Sometimes you can just wait for September.
Hmmmph only early apricot is blossoming as yet!
Sunday morning: contemplated throwing a perpetually-crashing computer out of the window.
Sunday afternoon: even closer to throwing said computer out of the window, but at the last minute decided it might be cheaper to thin out the grove of banana palms in the back garden.
Monday afternoon: got home from work to find two spam emails from the MEAA about next weekend’s local parody of the “Future of Journalism” conference that was held in Sydney last May. Only $66 for MEAA members (that’s after spending nearly $500 on union dues).
Sorry Mark, I won’t be squandering my money to hear Brisbane’s two newspaper editors tell us how great their newspapers are and that LP has no hope when up against the massed forces of News Unlimited and Andrew Bolt.