Great Southern Expedition ~ Part 2 ~
yesterday was a blur of airport, breathtaking countryside, amazing air and light, homely home with rising damp, dad's veggie soup, a season of rumpole of the bailey, feeling awkward, overcoming that boundary, seemingly infinite amounts of tea.
today i:
woke up late {9am} and had the muesli of contentment for breakfast. i swapped music with dad and found we had a mutual distaste for white boy blues for it's lack of veracity before we moved a tonne of firewood in under cover.
{3 cups of tea}
pottered about in the garden building a 'no dig' potato patch by clearing weeds and spreading hay ready for composting over last seasons super successful patch. talked about the respective natures of myself and adventure kitten in relation to myers briggs assessments, dad is a very good listener.
talked to adventure kitten who seemed much happier on her holiday now that we had out sourced the cleaning of old home.
had the christophe approved chi-realignment breakfast for lunch, avocado, sea salt and lemon on brown bread toast, fuck yeah chakras!
{2 cups of tea}
dug in the garden, making a trench for dad's new gravel path, a zigzagging 3 inch trough waiting to be filled. it started to drizzle and i could see my breath, at 3pm... fuck yeah tasmania!
discussed our mutual distaste for the idea of "the best man" at weddings.
came inside and had another cup of tea, wrote this post.
highlights so far:
discovering the phrase: "zigzagging 3 inch trough"
becoming happily sad about getting to use the phrase "i did [x] with dad."
outsmarting 70's tv shows
feeling good about writing in this space again.
today i:
woke up late {9am} and had the muesli of contentment for breakfast. i swapped music with dad and found we had a mutual distaste for white boy blues for it's lack of veracity before we moved a tonne of firewood in under cover.
{3 cups of tea}
pottered about in the garden building a 'no dig' potato patch by clearing weeds and spreading hay ready for composting over last seasons super successful patch. talked about the respective natures of myself and adventure kitten in relation to myers briggs assessments, dad is a very good listener.
talked to adventure kitten who seemed much happier on her holiday now that we had out sourced the cleaning of old home.
had the christophe approved chi-realignment breakfast for lunch, avocado, sea salt and lemon on brown bread toast, fuck yeah chakras!
{2 cups of tea}
dug in the garden, making a trench for dad's new gravel path, a zigzagging 3 inch trough waiting to be filled. it started to drizzle and i could see my breath, at 3pm... fuck yeah tasmania!
discussed our mutual distaste for the idea of "the best man" at weddings.
came inside and had another cup of tea, wrote this post.
highlights so far:
discovering the phrase: "zigzagging 3 inch trough"
becoming happily sad about getting to use the phrase "i did [x] with dad."
outsmarting 70's tv shows
feeling good about writing in this space again.
Labels: dad, rumpole, tea, veggie soup, zigzagging 3 inch trough
posted by Zip Durango | 11:09 PM
2 Comments:
There's something about this post - it calmed me down: how can so much activity crammed into so few words feel so... peaceful?
All of this earthiness - veggie soup, Rumpole, weeds, hay, avocado, and cups of tea pouring out like a clepsydra.
thinking of you with love, c
this is like a triple dose of inbox love for you my friend!
p.s. back in newcastle at the end of september... so much to do :D
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