I feel like I may have hit a wall during Week 5. After the whole ‘record what you do each day’ debacle, my boss had a dummy spit and hasn’t spoken to me since. We had decided I would make a list of things that I would like to do during the day and tick them off whenI actually did them. Great idea in theory, but for me this week, not so great in practice.
First you may note that the week starts on a Wednesday, that’s because I didn’t get around to making the little tick off chart in my bullet journal until Wednesday. The second thing you may note is that I didn’t do much on Wednesday or Thursday, and thirdly you may note that after that I couldn’t be faffed either doing or ticking, so that was the end of that!
So it was rather quiet week. The weather was quite mild, we returned to drinks on the balcony after a couple of weeks downstairs because of the afternoon sun. Papa Bear gave his views on the day’s happenings, I was intrigued with my reflection in the window behind him. It looked better in real life than in the photo!
I was pretty happy with the garden produce for this week, we got lots of traffic light capsicums, a great addition to our scatter platter salads!
A little visitor came in with the basil
Papa Bear barbecued them to perfection as always. What better meal to end Anzac Day.
D1 knows her place now!
A lovely evening chewing the fat!
And there was left overs for yummy beef salad the next day, that steak was cooked just right!
The seaweed invasion continues, and I don’t think I swam at all this week, but I walked on a few occasions. I have been listening to the audiobook of The Rúin by Dervla McTiernan. I love listening to audiobooks, you really get the full impact of the words if the book is well written. The only problem I had was the book was read by an Irish woman, it is set in Ireland and most of it was beautifully read. However there is one character who has lived in Australia for 20 years and the attempt at an Aussie accent was excruciating. It was a mixture of an ocky Aussie accent with a smidgeon of Kiwi and South African thrown in. For the most part though the lilting Irish accent blended well with the sand, sun and seaweed.
One morning we were blessed with the most stunning sunrise. It made me think of the tornado from the Wizard of Oz
I chatted with D2 who is halfway through her 4 week swing at Christmas Creek
And read books for my granddaughter. I made some videos and she didn’t quite get that it wasn’t live. Her Mum said she kept asking me questions!
My sourdough starter was a bit like me this week, lazy! I fed it and it should have been rising beautifully in the jars but spent the day stubbornly refusing to budge much past the elastic band.
It was sent back to the fridge in disgrace overnight but I gave it a second chance the next day and it behaved beautifully.
Tomorrow I am going to continue in my quest for the perfect loaf of sourdough bread. I’ll let you know how I go but if I don’t mention it, don’t ask!! In the meantime, keep safe everyone.