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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Fisrt!?
Not so lazy. Had my first train drive as a qualified train driver. Left Fisherman Islands 20 minutes early, loaded up with coal near Rosewood and we were coming back about 20 minutes early when we were told that one of the hopper doors on the last wagon was open (it turned out to have been open at the mine, and the coal was still there). After futzing around trying to close the [adj] thing, we landed up back at the Island 20 minutes late. Went to Fort Lytton on the way home, to discover that today was a day for firing one of the cannons. DSLR camera appeared to be U/S. Luckily, I had a video camera with me as well. Now, if only I could figure out how iMovies works…
After last week a couple of days at the old hundred seems cool. And with the ribs on the mend next week could see me do more than sit around making myself a pest on LP.Yesterday a mate was married in full Highland ceremonial attire by the wetland below Brambuk. Did all the Scots proud. Piped to the site and then piped again into the reception at The Valley Inn. He and his bride looked soo good. Today the heat band was turned back by the southerly about 4.30 pm so it looks good for overnight temp drop. The dogs, also Scottish, are pretty frisky ’cause I haven’t been able to get the mountain bike over the fences and instead cut short their am/pm runs by a couple of clicks. For tonight I’ll try hefting the thing over at least a couple. [yelps in anticipatory fear].
It was hot hot hot even at 7am but you should’ve seen me slashing across the steppe on my handcrafted steed of steel after a night of unutterable passion.
What is a hill, what is gravity, when one is borne on the wings of a loving eagle soulmate? What are the vain efforts of pursuers when I ride the winds of my love, the heat of touch and the warmth of scent driving me on like a fury? Sweat poured off my glinting cheekbones, like the tears of my beloved alone in bed, counting the days, the hours, the minutes until my return. It stung my eyes the way my love’s kisses last night lacerated my soul.
The last time I checked, the bicycle was still by far the most efficient means of locomotion ever invented, with a near-perfect relationship between effort in and energy out. This contributes to its near mystical hold on me, for there is no alienation between human and machine. We are in total harmony, the pedals an extension of my legs, the handlebars an integral part of my arms.
Terangeree, Congratulations!
Zorronsky, Wedding in full highland dress, nothing like it! The best part is hitting the town immediately after the wedding dies down, still dressed up. (note: for this to work you MUST be accompanied on the town by portable musical instruments, say bagpipes or accordion, don’t play them, just look like you’ve come straight from a wedding or something.)
FF, Prose of the best order! Glad you are “as one” with your bicycle. After a good hard ride I feel no such “oneness” with the machine, just completely knackered.
Got embroiled a pointless, boring and incomprehensible stoush on LP, followed by lunch with cake and D’Arenberg’s Peppermint Paddock red bubbles with my family for my dad’s 82nd birthday, the most successful family gathering in some time despite the fact that my father and stepmother are both rather hearing-impaired and one of my sisters seems to be going the same way: potential there for endless sitcom type irritation and misunderstandings. Am now watching the tennis when I should be working — it’s two sets all at 9.10 CST.
‘… embroiled in …’
“it’s two sets all at 9.10 CST.”
Only one set all here in Brisbane. And I thought we were receiving it direct.
You’re right, of course. I was fixated on the fact that two sets had been played. Brain addled by the heat, sorry.
two martinis and a glass of wine, then some steamed dim sum for an appetizer, while my hubby cooks dinner.
terangeree, I am pea green.
This arvo Col came and fixed the floodgate so his heiffers can no longer get into my garden and trash it. I sometimes fantasise about being ruler of the universe and banning barbed wire altogether, but I must concede, it does slow down the cows. I read the greater part of the Handmaid’s Tale, I picked it up in Go Again Goodies yesterday for a buck. Scary stuff. Tonight I sleep again in the tent, where it is (I just checked), ten degrees cooler then the house. I’d watch the tennis if I had a teev but better still, Col is going to give me the name of the local tennis club. Good show earl curl.
I think I have left my run a bit late to be a long haul train driver, but its something I think I could really enjoy. I’ve been told the trick lies in the skilfull application of the brakes. Safe . . .er training terangeree.
Caroline! Did you catch Margaret Atwood with 2008 Massey Lectures; Payback: Debt and the Shadow Side of Wealth, Lecture 1, Ancient Balances on RN? You can always listen to it on the website if not. Rambling, but in a fascinating rather than eye-rolling way (YMMV.) I love that woman.
Missing your blog terribly.
We are in the death throes of painting the outside of the house – all of the lower external walls done, all the high stuff is done thanks to renting some scaffolding (wow that stuff is wobbly), just doing the really, really boring job of finishing the trim in contrasting colour. This seemed like a good idea in December when we started (sure it’ll only take a few days!). Seven weeks later we’re still grinding though the nasty job of sanding and bogging and painting and I’ve had enough of it – especially the standing on wobbly structures or leaning off ladders or crawling all over the roof trying to get to unreachable eaves. Plus the hundreds of little jobs that crop up (gutter fixing, rodent hole fixing etc, repairing your now buggered tools). Bah.
Armidale’s mass divorce epidemic spread over the weekend – as near as we can tell there were four families in breakup mode on the weekend with associated visits and tears and whatnot. Did our level best to stay the hell out of it. Must be something in the water or perhaps the unusual heat. If they all painted their houses over the holidays they’d still be married (it gives you a common enemy – the house).
Should have ridden the bike yesterday and bonded in mystical oneness with that hunk of aluminium and carbon fibre while my love slept and wept in horny expectant ecstacy for my sweat stained and stinky return, but got up early with the toddler instead. She eschewed Hi-Five and insisted on watching bits of Saturn 3 on an ancient (made in 1981!) Ebay Laserdisc I had left on the coffee table. Wow that’s a bad film (Kirk Douglas at 60 naked wrestling robots, Farrah Fawcett wearing not very much and a dubbed Harvey Keitel vs. Hector the proto-Terminator). Avoid that film unless it’s unintentional humour you’re after.
Saturday morning friend picked me up and took me into town to participate in the monthly silent vigil about the Middle East,On the way out saw Aboriginal kids next door who wanted to jnow why a police van was at my door Friday night. Told ‘em it was because someone kept banging on my windows every fifteen minutesand nearly broke one. Back home About 11.30 am , chatting with friend. Afternoon, on LP. Getting e0-mails notifying me books I ordered Friday are being despatched. Read and toiok notes from some of General Gage in America by John Alden. (1948)
Saturday night, watched The Bill. French comedy on SBS. Excellent.
Sunday. On LP – LP has been so interesting lately been spending too much time on it. Reading, note-taking about General Gage. Aboriginal kids from next door came round to front door, blew up at them about some-one banging on my window. They said they knew who it was. (Apparently a cousin whom I know, a dubious piece of work. Relented, let them in to use the computer. At one stage I must have had about 10 of them in my flat, had to sort out one or two squabbles. Because I feel bad for yelling at them when they didn’t deserve it, I’m letting them in on the computer nearly every afternoon. I’ll be buggered what this lot find so amusing about me. (This has been going on, on and off over a year now, I think. They left about 9 pm. Only stuff on TV I couldn’t be bothered watching. Crashed out about 9.30 and slept for nearly 12 hours.
Errata: nearly every afternoon for a week, not every afternoon, ad infinitum.
Paul, is it the computer itself or access to the internet they use (guessing the latter)?
Hi, Dave.
access to the Internet. Mostly Bebo, but also some computer games.
(Drop round some time.)
Hi Helen, I may well have. Rings bells. Thanks for the link and I’ll check it out.
Made dry roasted tomatoes and pancetta for lunch, panna cotta for afternoon tea (must have left the gelatine solution sitting too long, each panna cotta had a cap of it) and it was deelish with the coconut palm sugar with vanilla bean and cocoa nibs) and stirfried duck breasts with blueberries. Supposed to need creme de cassis but I just bunged in a tbsp redcurrant jelly.
In between finished of “Cryptonimicon” which took me till 2.00am today. Two of Neal Stephenson’s books read now, big books with lots happening, looking forward to re-reading soon.
No walky with doggy, too damn hot!
Spent rather more time on LP than usual.
It was (probebly) the Hbombs last ever weekend with just her mum and dad. Nana from Honey Island via the long white cloud arrives tues and no. two in Dr. H and I’s next in our series of the hybridly vigorous is due in a little under three weeks. Spent a lot of time at parks and reading books, Giraffes Can’t Dance, The Cat in the Hat and Wombat Goes Walkabout appear to be the current favs. The Hbomb knows that a sister is due, and when asked will point to Dr. H’s tummy but i guess that she, like her parents, is completly unaware of what is about to happen to her world. a very fun but somewhat bittersweet weekend.
In the hours of darkness finished off Dexter season one, loved it so much we braved Chadstone this morn to get season two.
gave up on the tennis after the fifteenth carreer defining game.
Is it too late to pose a question for lazy daze? Too hot to venture out, I was clearing old tapes and watched the original Cape Fear with Robert Mitchum & Gregory Peck.
I’ve watched and listened several times and will swear that when the villain is prowling in the bushes to approach the houseboat, there is a KOOKABURRA calling happily.
Has this ever been noticed?
Epicene, I loved your kookaburra story so much I went Googling, and found several people mentioning it. This from a punter review of the movie sounds like the explanation, though I don’t know whether this person actually knows it to be true or whether it’s a guess:
epicene
can’t answer your question, but here’s another. When Hollywood remakes an old, beloved fillum, it’s a dud. Or remakes a foreign fillum. Has this ever been noticed?
AmbiG – noticed? I thought it a given! Even when it remakes amerikan stuff they tend to ruin it but when they, shamelessly, try to remake foreign classics (or even Kath’n'Kim) they just can’t grasp do it.
The perfect example was the attempt to remake & sanitise AbFab for wundabread sensibilities, ie without smoking, drinking, drugs or sex. Ummm
Ta, I thought so.
I just wanted to use your lovely sentence: “Has this ever been noticed?”
Test drive successful.
re: US Kath and Kim
Sure, it isn’t the Oz version, but if you’ve even spent 5 minutes in the US, it makes more sense. Not the funniest show, but wicked in a way that 70% of US citizens will never get. Which probably makes it an epic fail on both sides of the pacific. However, the market there is so big, there’ll be plenty who do get it and it might go cult.
This is the same country that produced “30 Rock” – they know how to laugh at themselves better than we do.