happy days

It’s Sunday night here, but it’s a public holiday tomorrow, so it feels like Saturday. But yesterday also felt like Saturday, so I guess things are pretty good here.

I’ve been busy but not overly productive. I had the day off work on Friday, so I went to visit my friends who were preparing for their holiday to Canada (how I wish I could join them!) I helped them lock their windows, and get rid of rubbish, so they gave me cake and miscellaneous perishable food from their fridge.

A local brewery was doing a special Oktoberfest menu this week-end, so a friend and I went there for lunch on Saturday. We were there last week-end too, but the bar has such a relaxed atmosphere, and the staff are so chill, I’d happily become a regular. One of the owners was working behind the bar, and he actually remembered us from last week. I take that as a good thing. I’m sure they think our patronage is a good thing too.

Today (Sunday) I wanted to catch up with a couple of other friends. I reckon Sunday session friends are pretty high up in the unofficial hierarchy of friends. You know, the kind of friends you want to round out the week-end with, or the ones you can talk to for hours (hence the Sunday sesh should preferably start in the early afternoon, to allow ample time to chinwag until the sun goes down).

I’m not sure why, but I thought I’d be home early on Friday night, and I thought I’d be home for dinner on Saturday night, and likewise for tonight… But cleaning and other things went late on Friday, and we ended up at an arcade bar on Saturday, and I completely was not keeping track of time at all tonight. So the cooking and cleaning and blogging and writing that I had planned this week-end didn’t happen. Well, it hasn’t happened yet.

There is tonight, and there is tomorrow. And just now I got a feeling of deja vu, as if I’ve written this kind of post before, and very possibly I have because I guess this is the kind of thing I do not learn. But if I have a chance to go out and hang out with friends (and try some good beers), then I will take it. Chores can wait — I know I’m not that irresponsible that I’m never going to get around to them — and I will carve out time for writing.

Speaking of writing, I’ve started working on a new story. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to make this novel-length, or maybe it’s better to just keep it as a short story, but it’s been a while since I’ve been this excited about an idea for a story, so I’m just going to write and let it develop into whatever it’s meant to be. I guess that’s kind of how life is…

snapshots

Those who have been following my Twitter feed on the side there will have noticed that I’ve been away this week-end. I don’t take many week-end trips, but I’ve found, from the ones I have taken, that the best thing about these short trips is that you can get that same refreshed feeling that you’d get from a “proper” holiday without going away very long and without even using up any annual leave.

So this last week-end, I went to Byron Bay, with a brief stop-over in Tweed Heads.

Ok, I have to pause for a bit here. I’m trying to figure out how to write this post, but also trying to watch Master Chef (watching online because I missed it on TV), so I’m kind of distracted, and this isn’t really working. But I feel like I need to post this tonight because this is a short week because of the long week-end just gone and the likelihood of being away next week-end too, and it just feels like there’s too much to do in between (plus the possibility of not finishing work on time).

Yeah, ok, maybe over-dramatising a bit, but maybe I’m still on a bit of a high from the Byron trip (no, not that sort of high…)

Well, to summarise, and not kill it with details, the highlights of the trip for me were probably the walk over to the Cape Byron lighthouse and the “most easterly point of Australia”, spending time on the beach, and going fishing (even though it started pouring rain about half an hour in, so we couldn’t even hang around long enough to catch anything).

The food was good too (I don’t think that I can not mention food when writing about holidays). What I liked most was the emphasis on local produce, and the way that cafe/restaurant staff were so hospitable. In particular, I was quite impressed with Bayleaf, and I’m not surprised that they were packed on the morning we were there. It was also very clear that they had a lot of regular customers, too – and not just regulars who are remembered by their coffee order, but regulars that they have a chat with or know outside of the cafe (arguably not a difficult feat, considering the size of the town).

I was also impressed by the ubiquity of bicycles, and the lack (or complete absence) of road rage. Sounds like my sort of place.

great, there goes my long weekend…

I finally have a proper long week-end when I’m not rostered for work at all, and I have to spend two thirds of it at home because of crazy weather… (or technically, more than two thirds, since I wasn’t out the entire Saturday)

Well, I guess it was alright. It’s good to have some time to rest and recover and whatever. And I suppose it’s been a reasonably productive week-end, anyway – caught up with friends I hadn’t seen for weeks/months (?), submitted the Gold Questionnaire and hence finished my CPD requirements for the year (until October), watched several episodes of ‘Breaking Bad’ (into the 3rd season now), cleaned up some stuff around the house…

You know, even though the 2011 floods were only two years ago, I don’t remember too much from it except all the News coverage and the fact that it was sunny and kind of normal around my neighbourhood for most of it. Actually, I just had a quick skim through my posts from January 2011 – hadn’t realised I’d written quite so many entries about it – but I suppose it’s good that I did, since I remember more now.

Anyway, from what I gather from the all the TV stories about the floods this year, it seems not quite as bad as 2011, since we’re kind of more prepared for it. But things seemed pretty intense yesterday with incessant rain and ridiculously strong winds. A few of our banana trees have been bent in half. Not actually snapped or torn from the ground or anything, but bent so that it looks like they’re bowing or trying to touch their toes/roots.

I went for a bit of a walk around the neighbourhood this afternoon since it hasn’t really rained much today. There were a lot of branches and whatnot around roads and footpaths. A few fallen or semi-fallen trees here and there. Seemed alright, though.

Apparently tomorrow is “back to work as usual”, which I’m not that disappointed about, since I’d probably go slowly insane if I had to stay within the confines of my house for three days straight. It’s kind of weird because when I was younger it wouldn’t have bothered me so much (not that I remember, anyway), but now I just get mentally and/or physically restless.

It was kind of interesting, though, when I went for my walk this afternoon, and saw a lot of other people just out for a walk or run. It was like life was more or less back to normal, whereas I don’t recall seeing anyone on the streets yesterday. A few cars, yes, but certainly no pedestrians. Well, I did venture out around the yard and across the street in the torrential rain yesterday, but I quickly thought better of it and went back inside to watch TV.