So, I actually wrote a post explaining that I was going away for two weeks, but I didn’t post it. Well, I did…I just forgot to hit “Publish”, so it didn’t post to the blog. But, let’s not get technical. Suffice to say, I was away for two weeks. I was on holidays! Although, to be honest, it wasn’t much of a holiday. Lots of driving, and visiting, and the like. But it was at the beach.
This was my view every morning while I ate my breakfast:
Not bad, eh? I probably shouldn’t rub it in by telling you we stayed for free. My brother has an incredibly nice (incredibly wealthy) friend, who kindly donated two weeks’ stay in his rental property to my parents, and I got to tag along to keep them company.
Anyway, I’ll stop bragging. Tomorrow I’ll be back with regularly scheduled programming. And probably some ranty guff as well.
I’ve been house-sitting just around the corner from where I live for the past few weeks. It’s been lovely. As much as I love my parents, living with them can sometimes become a bit much, so it’s been nice to have a bit of space. It’s also been conducive to getting study done, because I don’t constantly have people interrupting for chats, or help lifting car parts, or fixing computer glitches.
The house is really a bit big for one person but, with a bedroom crammed full at home, I’m enjoying the ample space. I’m also loving the wonderful gardens surrounding the house. Filled with lush greens of all shades, the garden is starting to pop with early spring colour. This tree is easily my favourite.
If only the grass under it was nicer, I’d spend my afternoons lazily reading in its shade. Instead, I spend them chatting with this guy:
I’ve named him Tino. He’s a tin horse sculpture that, on the first day I was here, scared the bejeezus out of me when I walked around the corner. It was dark, ok? He doesn’t talk much, but Tino is a great listener.
As are all you crazy kids who read my daily ramblings. Thanks. Here’s another flower in appreciation.
Sooo…It turns out getting back into daily blogging isn’t as easy as I thought. I should have realised that.
You see, I’ve spent the last few weeks trying very hard to use my computer less. It’s been successful to some extent. I’ve had runs of up to three days when I haven’t touched my laptop at all…buuuut these have usually been on days when I’m already overrun with tasks and too exhausted to even consider digital communication by the time I have a free minute. So maybe I cheated a little. BUT, the it has been good to reduce my usage, and not rely on the internet to keep me company when I couldn’t sleep.
Down side: less reliance, means much easier to skip blogging.
I’ll find a happy medium, I’m sure. In the mean time, here’s a song from a Glaswegian band called Admiral Fallow. I heard it on an episode of The Big C (watch out for a future blog-rave on said show). Anyways, the lyrics instantly had me hooked. Not to mention I have a soft spot for beautiful Scottish voices.
Watch. Listen. Love.
Last night, just as my lappy was dying, we lost power. After waiting desperately in the dark for a half-hour, I cut my losses and decided it was time for bed. I lay there listening to the tempestuous winds scream through the neighbourhood, and I smiled—the spring storms are here!
I love this time of year. You can smell the rain in the air, feel the electricity on your skin, and almost breathe the heat that hits before a storm. The mornings slowly heat up to a sweltering afternoon. Everything seems to still. And then the sky darkens and the heavens crash down to earth with thunder claps that shake the very air around you, and sheet lightning brighter than the brightest of days.
The rain itself pounds down with such ferocity it can feel like needles on your skin, before lessening to a patter and falling for hours on end—the sound of it on a tin roof sends my heart aflutter. But there is always a chance, especially in Queensland, that this rain will plummet to earth not as droplets, but as icy pearls. Sometimes very large pearls, as was the case yesterday. The ground was carpeted in such a layer of ice-cold hail it seemed almost as if it had snowed a little…at least to this little snow-virgin.
It was all slightly magical and delightful.