Hot and productive day
November 15th 2008 04:19
The groin pain I mentioned the other day is still niggling, though not seriously. It’s a bit of a puzzle as to what’s going on, but at present I’m just having to live with it. The worse thing about it is that it makes me feel just enough under the weather not to be able to get on with normal things. Unless I really put my mind to it! (And there’s been no news from the urology department; apparently speed in reporting back is not one of their assets.)
Anyway, it’s been a scorcher of a day here, the sort of day that makes you remember what summer is all about, but so hot that you wouldn’t really want to live with it day in and day out – at least we Dunedinites probably wouldn’t. We like our weather a little less bright and burning.
Being Saturday, my wife and I (and a nine-year old granddaughter who’d stayed the night) have had a clean-up day. My initial intention was to get rid of several hulking branches that had been littering up the end of the drive for some months – they’d come from a tree we’d cut down around the back of the house so that a heat pump could be installed. The heat pump ain’t so pretty to look at, unfortunately, and it never blossoms or produces edible fruit.
The drive had a bundle of other rubbish deposited on it as well, stuff we’d put there with the intention of moving it on to the tip at some point. It had accumulated to the extent that we weren’t going to get it in our car, and needed a trailer. Plus my wife wanted to have a bit of a go at the shed, and that meant even more stuff being thrown out – the sort of stuff you’ve kept long enough and now know that you aren’t ever going to use.
So most of the morning was taken up with clearing up stuff, including having a go at a lot of the weeds in various places around the garden. Very productive day, but since we came back from the tip, both of us have had a snooze. And even though there’s now a wind blowing, it’s a Norwester, so things haven’t cooled down at all. I’ve just been out sweeping up the stuff that was left over after we took away the bulk of the rubbish: dead blossoms off
the rhododendrons, leaves, litter, a few odd branches and twigs that got missed and so on. By the time I’d done that I was ready to come inside again. Too darn hot, as Ann Miller pronounces in Kiss Me Kate, while she prances around in her virtual underwear.
Tomorrow afternoon I head off on a retreat, something that’s organised by the other half of the office I work in (that is, we work in the same office area, but we’re not actually part of the same section). It’s a very laid-back retreat by all accounts: if someone wants to catch up on sleep they’re able; if they want to be very spiritual and spend time talking to and hearing from God, they can; if they just want to go for long walks, that’s fine. And there’ll be some movies – at a retreat? Maybe even home theater seating!? (Maybe not.)
Anyway, it’s not one of those retreats where you spend a good deal of time listening to someone telling you how to live while on a retreat. Think it’ll be good.
I won’t have Internet access, or my laptop, which will be good too. I probably need a break from both. So this might be the last post before next Thursday. Probably the longest time I’ve been off a blog for a couple of years!
Anyway, it’s been a scorcher of a day here, the sort of day that makes you remember what summer is all about, but so hot that you wouldn’t really want to live with it day in and day out – at least we Dunedinites probably wouldn’t. We like our weather a little less bright and burning.
Being Saturday, my wife and I (and a nine-year old granddaughter who’d stayed the night) have had a clean-up day. My initial intention was to get rid of several hulking branches that had been littering up the end of the drive for some months – they’d come from a tree we’d cut down around the back of the house so that a heat pump could be installed. The heat pump ain’t so pretty to look at, unfortunately, and it never blossoms or produces edible fruit.
The drive had a bundle of other rubbish deposited on it as well, stuff we’d put there with the intention of moving it on to the tip at some point. It had accumulated to the extent that we weren’t going to get it in our car, and needed a trailer. Plus my wife wanted to have a bit of a go at the shed, and that meant even more stuff being thrown out – the sort of stuff you’ve kept long enough and now know that you aren’t ever going to use.
So most of the morning was taken up with clearing up stuff, including having a go at a lot of the weeds in various places around the garden. Very productive day, but since we came back from the tip, both of us have had a snooze. And even though there’s now a wind blowing, it’s a Norwester, so things haven’t cooled down at all. I’ve just been out sweeping up the stuff that was left over after we took away the bulk of the rubbish: dead blossoms off
Ann Miller, dancer extraordinaire
Tomorrow afternoon I head off on a retreat, something that’s organised by the other half of the office I work in (that is, we work in the same office area, but we’re not actually part of the same section). It’s a very laid-back retreat by all accounts: if someone wants to catch up on sleep they’re able; if they want to be very spiritual and spend time talking to and hearing from God, they can; if they just want to go for long walks, that’s fine. And there’ll be some movies – at a retreat? Maybe even home theater seating!? (Maybe not.)
Anyway, it’s not one of those retreats where you spend a good deal of time listening to someone telling you how to live while on a retreat. Think it’ll be good.
I won’t have Internet access, or my laptop, which will be good too. I probably need a break from both. So this might be the last post before next Thursday. Probably the longest time I’ve been off a blog for a couple of years!
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