Welcome to a wet, quite warm but miserable day. The sky is solid grey and the rain has been varying between light and pelting down. Inside is so cosy looking with the lights on and the kettle on the boil and some oreos on a plate. We have just found oreos – a vegan friendly biscuit and moorish. I went out last night and Roger ate an entire packet, by himself. Not to worry — I anticipated that after we ate the first box so I stocked up with a few packets so there are plenty to go around today.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I feel as though a weight has lifted off my shoulders having submitted my thesis. Yeah! What a joy. I had no idea, however, of the number of tasks Roger has been keeping on hold until I was free to do them. I haven’t stopped all week and can see that there is a number more weeks before I finish everything I had let slide. Then I want to redo the parts of my first memoir that the lawyer suggested needed to be altered (still telling the truth but in a different way) so that we wouldn’t be at risk of a lawsuit.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you about the spectacular sky that followed the spectacular skywatch Friday sky. It was similar however it had the addition of pink billowing clouds rising straight from the sea, as if it were on fire. Mind you I am guessing that they came out of the sea because I didn’t go down that early in the morning.
If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I am saying goodbye to my friend who is moving back to Sydney. She was my matron of honour at our wedding and our lives have been full of good-byes and hallos as we moved between countries and within the country whilst they lived in Sydney until finally we ended up in the same place in retirement. As you get older, I am becoming aware, that women want to be near their children so she has decided to move back to Sydney to be close to them. Farewells become sadder as you get older, particularly as one half of her partnership died recently, you are aware that this may be the final farewell. Hopefully not for many years but we don’t get to Sydney that often. Tonight however we are sharing a meal from her freezer at our place cooked by Roger. She told us she had a lamb shank to share. We looked at her in surprise. ‘One lamb shank won’t feed three of us.” Roger said. “It’s too big for me to eat” she said. This morning she dropped it off. The lamb shank we think is actually a leg of lamb and would feed a multitude. It should be roasted but instead we are shanking it. Roger had already started to prepare for a shank.
I’d better go and set the table. Thanks for dropping in and now it is your turn to tell me about your week. What you have been up to and what you are reading. I’m reading Germaine Greer’s “White Beech.” I’m not far into it but I can tell I am going to enjoy it. So far at any rate she is taking up the fight for biodiversity with the same zealousness as she took up feminism in the second half of the 20th century. It also came as a shock to see that she had cited my brother in her first chapter in a paper he had co-written in the 80s. How could I not like this woman.
Now I really must go. The dogs have finished eating so my excuse for staying here has gone.
Thanks to Diana for hosting our coffee morning. Thanks for dropping by.