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It’s the last day of the 4-day weekend, and as much as I dread the coming week, the break has been good. After the frenzy of Easter service, what was a good 2 days of absolute rest ensued.
I traded in my fun-filled girls’ day out for a quiet stroll around Williamstown. It was hauntingly quiet and refreshingly beautiful. We sat out at the pier and listened to the water gently caress the wooden stilts on which the pier rested on. There were only a handful of people around, more birds than people really. I closed my eyes and breathed in the cool, calm air. I inhaled the quietness of my surrounds and was transported to a world of silence. Bliss. It reminded me of the time we spent on our little fishing boat – it’s you and me against the world.
We drove around the Western suburbs a little bit more, only to find an endless road of factories and industrial grounds, so we headed back to civilisation for a hugeass lunch treat at the Grossi Cellar Bar. Once again it was relatively quiet in the restaurant; we settled ourselves at the bar counter with our little feast of osso bucco and spaghetti marinara. It was an hour of pure, unadulterated happiness as we tucked into our hearty meals.
Hung out at the Hill of Content bookshop afterward and I bought myself this:
and even scored a discount because of the slightly dog-earred corners.
What can I say, this has been a much needed break and even though I am only too sad to bid this holiday goodbye, I am looking forward to the next. That’ll be 4-and-a-half weeks of marital bliss, and I bet that would beat this 4-day one flat. Funny how we all live for holidays, don’t we?
The long-awaited Easter break is here – supposedly 4 days of pure bliss. Pure me time. Pure no-work time. I was looking forward to the best 4 days in my working calendar, only to realise this morning that I could feel the time slipping away so quickly. It’s 9.30pm now. We’re one day down, there’s only 3 left. So where did all my time disappear to?
We kick-started our Easter break with a Good Friday service in church. Then we sent Granny home before visiting a friend and her newborn in hospital. It was 4ish by the time we got back, just enough time to start dinner preparations and get a batch of bread dough going. I was craving the Jman’s famous hot cross buns (how awesome is it that I am going to be married to a fabulous baker?).
Dinner (of steak and potatoes) came and went before it was time to wind down with some TV on the couch. Then it was wash-up time. And bread-making time. And more wash-up.
We’ll also be spending this Sunday up at the Belgrave Heights Convention for an Easter service. Monday has been set aside for home-errands and Granny duties. And Tuesday we’re back to work. The thought of a good long weekend slipping me by got me rather depressed – whatever happened to ME time? I decided that I was packing my weekend with too much activity. Instead of having a 4-day break, we end up having a 4-day working holiday running all over the place and doing too many things.
In the end I had to cancel my bush-walking plans with girlfriends (sorry M!). I need to stop. I need to breathe. I need to lie on the couch and stare into outer space. I need to recharge.
when your old jeans get a new lease of life. Hello size 25!
