After a busy week and late nights, I am longing for days at home, soaking up our little kingdom. Time to fooster around the house and yard, time to read and sleep and be.
This weekend holds a Valentine's Day retreat for me and my beloved. A trip to Kakadu for a sunset picnic at Ubirr (weather permitting), overnight at Jabiru then an early morning walk at Gubara near Nourlangie.
Last Saturday we visited a garage sale, spent $15 on a tent, a camping mattress, book and yoga bolster. M set up the tent on his freshly cut lawn in the afternoon while I wrote and watched him from the window. A big storm last night tested the tent's resilience, but it came out on top.
Today brought news of a trip to Alice Springs at the end of March. Will try and add a few days either side to see some more of this part of the world.
Monday 8 February 2010
Monday 1 February 2010
January 2010
My beloved favourite writer every, JD Salinger, passed away last week. I re-read 'For Esme - with Love and Squalor' in commemoration. The papers were full of feature articles musing on whether his unpublished canon will soon appear. Part of me would love to read every single word that the man has written, but I also feel like it would be a slight betrayal considering his refusal to publish for so many years, despite admitting that he still writes prolifically.
Spent last week on hols in Queensland to visit new flaxen-haired nephew Sam. The week was a wonderful blur of restaurants, wine, family, drinking coffee and bobbing in the ocean. We were in Brisbane for four days, then Coolum for three. Arthur joined us on the trip, and flew down in a cargo box - quite comfortably it seemed. He emerged unscathed and mostly unphased by the experience, scooting out of his box, sniffing around and lifting his leg. I was definitely more stressed for him than he was. I think I projected my own claustrophic inclinations on Arthur, afraid of being cooped up in a box in the cargo hold of a plane for four hours. But he shrugged these fears off and managed the journey with aplomb. Well, as much aplomb as a small, odd looking terrier cross can have.
Now back in the Top End. Back at work. Ready to start the year with gusto and energy. Lots of plans afoot.
Spent last week on hols in Queensland to visit new flaxen-haired nephew Sam. The week was a wonderful blur of restaurants, wine, family, drinking coffee and bobbing in the ocean. We were in Brisbane for four days, then Coolum for three. Arthur joined us on the trip, and flew down in a cargo box - quite comfortably it seemed. He emerged unscathed and mostly unphased by the experience, scooting out of his box, sniffing around and lifting his leg. I was definitely more stressed for him than he was. I think I projected my own claustrophic inclinations on Arthur, afraid of being cooped up in a box in the cargo hold of a plane for four hours. But he shrugged these fears off and managed the journey with aplomb. Well, as much aplomb as a small, odd looking terrier cross can have.
Now back in the Top End. Back at work. Ready to start the year with gusto and energy. Lots of plans afoot.
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