I think I found the right time to swish back the curtains in the morning!
This was the dawn of the last full day I had in Sydney. True to form for this holiday, I hadn’t planned a thing. Initially, I thought I’d use today to go into Sydney via the ferry, but I did that on Monday. I was in a lazy mood, so after breakfast I curled up with a book.
A little while later my phone pinged. It was Fifi. She said that she’s coming down to Manly to swim and wondered if I’d be up for grabbing lunch up at the Quarantine Station.
Excellent! That’s my day sorted!
I read my book on the balcony, snapping this shot of where Fifi was swimming. There’s no filter on this – these are the colours. Fifi lives on another beach but she said that all she can see there when she swims is sand. Manly is a wildlife reserve, so here, she swims among fish. She mentioned the “sweetest” Grey Nurse shark, but I guess that it’s all in the eye of the beholder…
Trust a local to know where all the good spots are.
I imagine the harbour must make getting around Sydney a bit challenging at times, but there’s no denying that it’s very beautiful.
We lingered over lunch, talking for hours. Before we jumped back into the car, we took a short walk to a lookout, but the air was getting cold and Fifi didn’t have a jumper.
She dropped me off at the hotel as it was getting dark and after I loaded up the car with a few items, I curled back up with my book and a cuppa tea. I finished the book – my 3rd for this trip – and turned out the light to prepare for an early start.
I forgot to show you how far I’ve come with the quilt. I’m almost certainly way behind on where I should be with the quilt-a-long, but I’m still making progress.
Anyway, Thursday I drove home with only one stop, where I bought the most expensive tank of petrol I’ve ever bought. It cost $119 to fill the tank. Yikes!
Anyway, I drove into the driveway a little before 5 and the dogs were hysterical.
Ryan27 and Tom30 were also pleased to see me, though not as much!
My next trip is in a month, when I take Izzy, Jenna and my nieces away for a girls weekend. 🙂
Last week was a pretty good one; the perfect blend of solitary time and people time.
Most days I just stayed close to home, reading, quilting, messing around in the garden and reading (again and again – I’m polishing off ***an excellent trilogy), but on Thursday I went and visited Mum and Dad for a couple of hours and also dropped into school at lunchtime to play with my friends.
It’s funny going back to school. On one hand, it’s so utterly familiar. The people, the staff room, the pigeonholes in the common room, the conversation about Learning Tasks and marking… all haven’t changed. But yet – it all seems so distant as well. I sit, perched on the edge of a desk and dip my toe back into that old life, knowing full well that as soon as the bell for the end of lunch sounds, they’ll be off and running and I’ll be out into the daylight on my way to do some shopping.
I still tend to ‘chunk’ days when I use my car. If I’m out and about, it’s rare that I go to one place. Like on Thursday, I’ll see Mum and Dad and then drive 10 minutes to see people at work. Then on the way home I’ll duck into Spotlight or Bunnings and pick up anything I need. This time it was quilt batting on a 40% sale. Two full packets of batting came to an eye-watering $240 even with the discount. It’s definitely NOT a cheap hobby!
See the photo at the top of the page? I’m drinking a lot of lemon balm and peppermint tea at the moment. I’ve been growing them in wicking boxes for years. Lemon Balm makes a tasty tea, but when the weather gets hot it tends to go all scraggly, so I’m using it now while it’s still nice. Little luxuries.
Yesterday was a perfect spring day and I went out to the veggie garden. The tomatoes needed trimming, so I took some cuttings and put them in glasses of water. Hopefully I’ll get some new plants this way for free. It’s always a good year when you have heaps of tomatoes growing.
All of my Christmas presents are wrapped, which makes me feel good. I love wrapping presents, which Ryan26 took advantage of when he came home from shopping at Southland. I wouldn’t be surprised if he keeps bringing presents home for me to wrap even after he leaves home.
In 1997 I dressed little Tom5 in a school uniform and off he went to school, starting off a huge 24 year streak of the boys being students. On Thursday that finally finished, with Ryan26 being sent a pass by RMIT to travel into the city. He performed the last Industry Standards test and is now a fully qualified Myotherapist. This adds to his Remedial Massage qualification he earned the year before last.
Phew! Once he gets a job then they’ll ALL be off my hands!
For those who don’t know, Tom29 is an accountant; David27 is a Bachelor of Music but is working in retail while recording songs with Izzy; and Evan24 has an acting degree and is also working in retail while writing a Fringe Festival show with a mate. This show is set to go on at the end of September – surely we’ll be out of lockdowns by then???
A friend I used to work with lives a couple of suburbs away from me and our 5km bubbles merge. We met at the Backyard Beach and we walked and talked for an hour. It was a beautiful winter’s day and although I was scared there’d be hordes of people at the beach, there weren’t too many and it was really pleasant.
Scout was so excited to see another of “her” people – I think lockdowns are starting to affect her.
We were walking along and I saw a little girl watching the dogs and smiling. I brought them over to her and said, “You can pat them if you like.”
Her mother smiled and said, “Thank you. It’s the little things that really matter at the moment.”
I’ve been keeping myself entertained over the last few days by unpicking a bamboo top that I knitted back in 2010 and REknitting as washcloths to give away as gifts with my homemade soap. I loved the bamboo fibre – it has a sheen that’s just beautiful – but the actual top I made was too hot for summer and looked awful if I wore a long sleeved t-shirt under it in cooler weather. I think I only wore it a couple of times. It’s lived in a drawer in my dresser ever since.
It was one of those things that was too expensive to throw away but impossible to wear. I knew I’d unpick it “one day”, and I was correct. Eleven years and 6 lockdowns later, its time had come.
I’m really enjoying sitting at the table, knitting away. So far I have 6 washcloths done, with probably another 4 or 5 to go, along with a couple of dark green cotton ones that I found in my knitting bag that only needed the threads sewn into them. I listen to an audiobook from Joy Dettman’s ‘Woody Creek’ series (SO VERY GOOD!!), a cup of tea by my side and the little woofs usually lined up asleep on the back of the couch nearest me. So peaceful.
I love having little gifts like this put aside. I prefer to give people things that I’ve grown or made myself so seeing the pile of completed cloths gives me the same feeling I get when I unpack a load of groceries into the zombie apocalypse cupboard or when I harvest a huge crop of veggies into the freezer to be used over the rest of the year.
One thing I’ve discovered since retiring is that I much prefer to cook in the mornings. I’m so happy if I can either throw a meal in the slow cooker or get a meal substantially ready and just put it together at dinnertime. Decades of coming home from work and opening the fridge at 5 and wondering what to cook… ugh.
Now that I’m actually at home in the mornings, I happily potter about the kitchen, cooking up a storm. I love it – especially when I’m doing something in the afternoon that i particularly enjoy and I know I don’t have to stop to get dinner organised.
So now the second promised quilt from my dinner party in February is done!
This one was made from the rest of the 3 packs of charm squares that I bought from the quilting shop in Victor Harbour on my holiday. Plus the white from my stash and a mix of b/w polka dots and grey, also from the stash. The back is from a thrifted doona cover. I wish I’d bought another charm pack – this quilt is a lap-sized quilt and I would’ve liked it to have been a bit bigger.
Every time I use HSTs (half square triangles) I hate getting the points aligning. Especially when I have to unpick part of a seam and try again. MANY expletives come out of my mouth when actually sewing these quilt tops and I vow – never again.
But once they’re done they look so effective.
Ian requested blues, but I like the way the bits of green add contrast. I think they make the quilt pop.
Yesterday I started work on a baby quilt for Jack29.
No, he’s not expecting! One of his close friends is, so he requested a quilt. In my wisdom, I’ve picked a design with around 450 pieces.
Maybe lockdown #4 has affected me more than I think…
Before I went away on my little holiday, I finished a quilt for Patricia, the principal at my school. When she was introducing me for my farewell speech last year, she mentioned that I made her daughter ” the most beautiful quilt, and I think I need one too!”
She was only joking but I thought, “She probably DOES deserve a quilt. She kept giving me contract after contract in the early days – it saved our bacon.” I’ve been to her place so I knew she likes greens, so I raided the stash and off I went.
This is such a simple design, but I’ve always wanted to try it. The squares were 6.5 inches so it came together pretty quickly. The only fabric I bought was the backing fabric.
I’m on a quest to use up the fabric I already have.
Why is it called BEE Positive?
I used a strip of the grey fabric that Evan24 chose for the backing on his quilt.
As you can see, it has bees on it. When I gave it to her I said, “Whenever the kids, the parents or – god forbid – the teachers start to annoy you, think of this quilt!”
I popped into work last week to give it to her and she loved it.
It’s funny going into work. It’s lovely to see everyone… well; most people… LOL. Faces light up as I come through the door and we chat away, but I don’t miss it at all. I treasure the way that I have total control over my time.
The man in the motel in Portland told me to back-track a little and to go and see the Petrified Forest. After I checked out, I raced down to have a look.
You park your car and walk along the cliffs to see it. On the way, there’s a fork… right to see the Blowhole and left to see the petrified forest. I decided to save the Blowhole for the way back.
I was a bit sad to read the explanation of how these tubes formed. It’s much more romantic to think of trees being slowly buried, rather than being all drippy and watery things making these strange tubes.
It was an eerie sort of place. I was the only one there and it was blustery and cold.
It was definitely the perfect place for a wind farm!
Looking out towards Antarctica again…
I walked around for a fair while, feeling all broody and mysterious, and then I walked back to see the Blowhole. I was so glad I did.
This was taken from the lookout. The waves smash into the cliffs and they rise up. Every now and then I could feel light spray on my face if the wind happened to be blowing in the right direction. The sound was amazing and it felt so wild and free.
I glanced at my phone and saw that it was morning recess time at school, so I texted a few people at work with this photo. The contrast between the crowded staffroom and this isolated place was huge.
I stopped the car to take this photo. The fence was hung with shoes for hundreds of metres.
Then I headed into Port Fairy for lunch. Found a nice little bakery and had a lovely lunch. Then I went out to explore.
I was in two minds about how long I should stay here. I was looking forward to seeing this place. Everyone says how pretty Port Fairy is and I was keen to have a squiz. I was going to book a lace for the night so I could really have a good look around.
But honestly, it was really boring.
Sure, there are plenty of pretty little cottages but most of them are privately owned. The lighthouse walk was closed because they were resurfacing the path, so I drove around for a bit, looking at the picture-postcard cottages, then yawned and headed off to Warrnambool.
I was meeting a blog reader for coffee there!
Loretta has been reading the Frogblog for years and was also a member of Simple Savings, so we knew we’d have a lot in common. We met at a café by the beach and talked our heads off and then went for a walk along the boardwalk.
“Now that we’ve met each other and we know we get along, would you like to come back to our place for dinner?” she asked as I was huffing and puffing along beside her. I’m slowly getting fitter but it’s clear I need to make more of an effort!
So off we drove. On the way, I rang Ryan26 and told him where I was going – safety first! (I could see that Loretta was ok, but what if her husband was an axe murderer??? ) Only joking, but as a single woman travelling alone, I sent Ryan26 texts everywhere I went. He must have loved being in so much contact with his Mum…
I had the loveliest evening with Loretta and her family. When we got there I met the dogs – it was so good to see some waggly tails again. Her husband made dinner for us all and he cooked the most tender steaks I’ve eaten in years. Paired with home-grown potatoes, which, when I got home, made me start harvesting mine. It’s too easy to forget them when they’re under the ground.
When it was time for me to go, she walked me down their driveway to the car parked on the street outside. You forget just how dark it is out in the country. She said that she and a friend take walks in the evening all the time. I’m sure I’d fall down a hole and break my leg in the first 5 minutes if I tried that. It was pitch-black. She’s an intrepid woman.
The next morning I was on the road again, heading back to the Port Campbell area to see the 2 sights I didn’t see on the way up, due to rain. Here’s the Bay of Islands.
Beautiful, isn’t it?
The sun was shining over me and in the bay, but the grey clouds were gathering behind me. I stayed savouring the view for quite a long while, then jumped back in the car to go and have a look at the Bay of Martyrs.
By the time I got there, the sun had moved on.
So had the rain. Towards me.
I ran back to the car. I didn’t get too wet.
Then I drove on.
The rest of the day was me basically driving juuuust ahead of the rain. The Great Ocean Road ducked inland for a bit and I suddenly realised that I was getting low on fuel. There was a tiny dot on the map in the middle of nowhere that had this petrol bowser outside a shop. I thought for sure that it wouldn’t be operational but thank goodness it was. Saved my bacon!
They’d just filled the bird feeder out the back before I arrived. We get lorikeets at home but we don’t get rosellas. Pretty, aren’t they?
Lots of twists and turns but I was listening to a shockingly bad audiobook, (Hamish McBeth – don’t even go there) so it helped take my mind off the awfulness.
By the time I reached Apollo Bay I’d pulled ahead of the rainclouds a bit.
WHAT a beautiful place!
I tried to capture the turquoise water but my iPhone camera doesn’t do it justice. There’s a lovely beach so I took the chance to walk along it.
I met the beautiful Heidi. She made me miss my snag, Scout. Heidi was just as tiny as my girl.
By the time I’d finished my walk, the sky was beginning to darken. Time to push on.
The drive along the Great Ocean Road was so weird, because the sea was 2 different colours. I’ve caught it here. Right where I was driving was the line between the rain and the sun. The left is bluer than the right, can you see?
Then I came to Lorne and I as I was driving through, I passed a place that I haven’t seen since I was 18. I did a u-ey and drove back.
There’s a caravan park beside a bridge on the foreshore. It has a creek going through it.
At the end of year 12, back in 1981, we all drove down here and camped for a week in tents by the creek. This is exactly where we were.
Nowadays they’ve got cute little cabins, but back in the day it was just our tents, then caravans further back. We had such a good time!
I took a short walk along the creek bank, being mindful of the rain chasing me. All I could hear was the sound of the water and birdsong. It was beautifully calm and peaceful.
One thing that I found out about when I was doing my all-too-quick research about what to do on this trip was the ferry from Queenscliff to Sorrento. Rather than driving through Geelong and then battling peak hour traffic all the way through Melbourne and then around to the bayside suburb where The Best House in Melbourne is; I could drive to Queenscliff and take a short ferry ride to the Mornington Peninsula, then have a 30 minute drive home.
I was excited to try it. Every ferry ride I’ve had has been fun. What an exciting way to end the holiday!
I was lucky enough to arrive 5 minutes before it was due to leave, so I drove straight on. I went up to the deck to get the full experience of what was sure to be a dashing ride across the bay.
Here’s a photo of the most boring ferry ride ever. Honestly, I think I could’ve swum quicker than the ferry. It slowly chugged chugged chugged its way through the water while I gave up and turned to the book in my bag. It was far more interesting.
And then home I drove. The dogs were ecstatic to see me and so was Ryan26.
“The dogs are SO ANNOYING!” he said. “They’re so clingy. They’ve got to be with you 24/7. I never thought I’d say this, but when I leave home I think I’ll get a cat before I get a dog. At least the cat will come up and want a pat, but then it’ll leave me alone!”
But that’s the best part of being home again. 🙂
Costs of the Trip:
Running total: $2,096
Costs of Day 9 :
$108 accomodation. (No bowl supplied here either.)
Total for Day 9: $120
Costs of Day 10:
Total for Day 10: $162
Total for the trip: $2,378
That’s not too bad for a getaway like this. (Though as Dave from Strong Money Australia asked me on Twitter, “What are you getting away from?” LOL.)
If you take away the $1,100 painting I bought, it’s only $1,278, which equates to an average of $127.80/day.
These figures are slightly smudged by the fact I used my timeshare for 5 nights’ accomodation. I pay 1K/year for costs for the timeshare, but because it is calculated by points rather than by weeks it’s been used for a fair few holidays by the kids and now me. The points blend into each other year by year.
In fact, I’ve just booked a 2 night break (from what?!?) up in the mountains to use up 280 points that are due to expire on June 30. In previous years they’d just have to expire, but now I’ve go the time, by God I’m going to use them up!!
I’ve had 4 or 5 people contact me to ask whether I’d died in a fiery car crash on my holiday – some asked it more tactfully than others! – so I thought I’d better get back into the zone to write. I’ve been busy finishing off a quilt, reading, having a rapturous reunion with the dogs (and with the boys, of course!)
LOOK at this beautiful painting. After I finished looking at the Antarctica exhibition at the Adelaide Art Gallery I walked into the next room, just in time to join an hour-long tour, looking at 10 Australian works of art. Exactly the amount of time I needed to kill before I walked back to the restaurant to meet up with the FIRE bloggers for lunch.
This painting wasn’t one of the 10, but it was hanging on the wall near the UGLIEST cabinet I’ve ever seen – which was one of the 10. So while the tour guide was waxing lyrically about the ugly 1930’s cabinet, I was gazing at this. If it was in a different art gallery – one where you could actually buy the paintings – I’d buy it in a shot. I’ve been looking for a painting to hang near my dining table for the last 5 years. And here it was – unattainable. Still, I thought, at least now I know the colours I’m looking for. (More on this later…)
This next one made me chuckle. It was in the Surrealism room and is Sidney Nolan’s take on the greek legend of Narcissus – the boy who was so good looking that he fell in love with his own reflection and starved to death beside a pool of water, because he couldn’t bear to leave the beautiful face he saw in the water.
This was the most beautiful sculpture. It’s called ‘Kathleen’ and was made by Marjorie Fletcher in the 1930’s. There’s all this talk about women’s art not being appreciated in their lifetimes, but sometimes not even THEY appreciated it. She worked in sculpture for around 10 years, then got married and had a family and shoved all of her artwork into a cupboard under the stairs. Over time, her work was given away, left out in the hard rubbish and generally spread far and wide. This one was found by her son, who’s made it his life’s work to track down his mother’s art and bring her the recognition she should have received. I loved this figure.
Nora Heysen had a way famous artist father – Hans Heysen – but in the end she won the Archibald prize while he never did. I can’t remember the woman’s name in this picture, but she used to sit for Nora quite a lot and they became good friends. One day Nora asked her if she would let Nora paint her in the nude. The woman got up, left and never came back.
I saw this fine fellow on the walk back towards lunch. There’s something distinctive about a well-defined chin, don’t you think?
A couple of weeks before, I’d let Michelle from Frugality and Freedom know that I was coming to Adelaide. She’s exploring the boundaries of what FIRE really means, by freelancing and travelling the world, basically living life on her own terms. Ahhh, the freedom! Covid clipped her wings, so she’s biding her time in her hometown of Adelaide until things open up again.
She put the word out and three more bloggers joined us for lunch.
Captain FI is a pilot who’s normally in Sydney but he happened to be in Adelaide visiting family, so we got to meet him. He’s MUCH more numbers-based than I am, though I suppose you have to have that sort of brain to understand what all the dials and gadgets on the aircrafts’ dashboards are all about. You definitely wouldn’t want someone like me behind the controls of a jet.
He’s just done a post on payday lenders and I really liked this paragraph – “This is why the grassroots Financial Independence movement is so important, and can be so powerful. If we can spread the message of financial health and wellbeing, then gradually these unethical pay-day-lending companies will go out of business.”
The other two bloggers were Sarah and Laura from Keepin’ it Frugal and the booming food blog Wandercooks – I’ve linked to the recipe that we went shopping for after lunch to buy the essential ingredient that I’d never heard of – nduja.
Blog-meets are always a success. You all have things in common, otherwise we wouldn’t be reading each others’ blogs, and so the conversation flows right from the start, with very little of the whole awkward “getting to know you” stuff. After 3 days on my own, otherwise known as indulging my introvert side, I was ready for a few days of talking and laughing with other humans.
After lunch I drove to Jenna’s parents’ place. She and Evan24 have been going out for 3 years now and I was going to stay at her folks’ place that night, after going out to dinner with Simone, an old school friend that I haven’t seen for FORTY YEARS.
I can’t be that old, surely?
It was either going to be a great night – we were really close back in the day – or incredibly uncomfortable with lots of pauses and dull questions about our children and how they were going, just to fill in the space of the silence. You know the sort of thing.
Fortunately, it was great! We actually walked past each other on the street. To be fair, 40 years is a long time. But once we turned around at the same time and started laughing, the evening just flew.
She lives in Melbourne, like me, after having spent most of the intervening years living in Japan, South Korea and the US. She just happened to be in Adelaide for work and so we caught up there. It’s lovely when you meet up with someone you haven’t seen for ages and it’s almost as if no time has gone by.
The next day I drove to Victor Harbor to meet up with yet another person I’ve never met in real life. Extrovert Frogdancer was 2 days into a 3-day people-fest. This time I was meeting with Lara and her husband. We both belong to a couple of investment groups on FaceBook.
Again, I didn’t know who I was looking for, as she doesn’t have her real photo online, but I recognised her dog, so all was well. We had a really pleasant lunch at a café on the foreshore and then after lunch we walked back to my car so I could show them the sculpture I bought. I was in a bit of a tizz because my car was refusing to lock itself. The battery in the cha-ching thing that opens the door was dead and my car door handles don’t have keyholes.
Lara suggested calling around to see if any local locksmiths were still open on a Saturday afternoon. Talk about good old fashioned country service! The locksmith I talked to suggested I drive to Repco and get a battery there. Took 5 minutes for them to replace the battery for only $7 – and a spare battery. The place at home that I’ve been going to charges $10 per battery.
I’ve never enjoyed locking and unlocking my car more.
After I sorted out the battery problem – thanks Lara! – I headed to the little beach outside of town to look around. On the way I saw a quilting shop so I popped in and bought some fabric for a quilt I’m going to make for another old school friend. Simone and Cathy and I were all close, back in the day.
It was a cool, quiet afternoon. I walked along this little jetty and watched people fishing. The waves were lapping against the rocks…
… which were clearly popular with the local seagull population.
Then, after wandering around there for a while, I jumped in the car and followed my nose in a vaguely southerly direction.
Anywhere that looked interesting, I’d stop the car and have a look.
Then I decided that I’d go down to the bottom of the peninsula to Cape Jervis, which is where you catch the ferry to Kangaroo Island. I wasn’t going to go to the island this time around, but hey! I’ve got all the time in the world now. I’ll come back here sometime.
So I drove through winding roads wth cows, sheep and, once, a herd of goats dotted around the countryside. The area had had a bit of rain so, unusually for Australia, the paddocks were green and lush. I was listening to a really good audiobook ($20 off my challenge!) and all was right with the world.
I got to Cape Jervis just as the sun was going down. There was only one other car at the lookout. The man behind the wheel was looking at the view without getting out of his car, but Frogdancer Jones is made of sterner stuff.
Besides, I wanted to get a shot of these two.
I stayed here for quite a while. It was beautiful. So still and clear.
Then I jumped in the car and drove back to the timeshare in Normanville. Tomorrow I was off to a vintage car rally with Jenna’s parents!
Costs of the trip:
Day 1 cost: $272
Day 2 cost: $67 fuel.
(That’s it. I ate my food I brought from home and basically just drove all day to get to the timeshare.)
Day 3 cost: $70 sculpture. (I’m so happy I bought him. I absolutely love him.)
$9 lunch. (A bagel from the local bakery.)
$33 food for dinners and breakfast in my room.
Total for Day 3 – $112
Day 4 cost- $35 gifts. (For Michelle and for Jenna’s parents.)
$31 parking. (Ouch. Missed the earlybird parking at the market by 15 minutes.)
It’s been a while since I wrote here but the truth is I’ve been so busy. You know how retirees always say with a smirk, “I don’t know how I ever found the time to go to work!” Well, I think I’m getting a taste for how that feels.
Two weeks after writing that post, I’ve learned to keep out of my work emails during my days off. I have a quick look at breakfast, just in case a kid submitted something late on the day before, then I sneak a very quick look in the late afternoon, but that’s IT! Otherwise, I was working right through the week, working 6 or 7 days but only getting paid for 3. Frogdancer Jones is not a charity!
I thought I’d be reading heaps of books, but I haven’t been. I mean, I’m still reading but not every day. I think that because I’m reading so much on the screen when I’m working that when I have free time, my eyes want a rest from print.
One of the jobs I wanted to have done by the end of iso was to get my fences painted, particularly the front fence. One of my ‘panic buys’ at Bunnings was a 10L tin of ‘Monument’ coloured fence paint, along with a redgum stain for the uprights.
Monument is a very ‘Melbourne’ colour. Melbournians tend to wear a lot of black, and I think there must be an unwritten rule that says that every house in Melbourne has to have a touch of this colour somewhere. I don’t care if it’s popular – I love it.
At first I wasn’t all that fussed about getting it done, as we were told that school would be out for the whole term. But now, just in case, I’ve decided that every sunny day that I’m not working, I’ll be out there waving a paintbrush around. If we go back earlier, I’d be kicking myself if I didn’t have the fence done.
I decided to use a brush and not a spray gun for a couple of reasons. One was that I think you get a better coverage with a brush. The second was when the woman over the road told me about when she hired a guy to spray paint her fence in her previous home and the wind took it and covered the neighbour’s cars with droplets of paint. The guy had to pay to get the cars completely resprayed!
So yesterday, I finished the 10L tin of paint. The street side would have been completely finished except for this last little scrap. I was scraping that tin, trying to find just a little more paint…
The fence palings are really thirsty, so what I thought would be enough paint to finish the job hasn’t even finished the first coat on the front fence I still have to paint behind the gate, which will be a bugger of a job because of all the metal posts there. I can see a trip to Bunnings in my future on Thursday. I can’t go after teaching today because I have an English meeting after school hours. *sigh*
A couple of days ago I found this handwritten, posted-with-a-stamp letter in the mail. It’s from our local Jehovah’s Witnesses. Even having a padlock on the front gate can’t keep them out!
Who says face masks have to be boring? I made a couple of masks for when I go shopping. I think the chickens add a jaunty air to my appearance, don’t you? The good thing about these is that they’re reusable – I just threw it into a bleach solution when I got home and put it through the wash.
Obviously it’s not going to totally save me from the virus, but for a quick shopping trip to the supermarket, it reminds me not to touch my face and it’s a barrier to breathing in any germs. Plus it was a novelty for me to make something that wasn’t a quilt.
So speaking about quilts, I finally began Evan23’s yellow and grey quilt. We bought the fabric way back in January, so it was past time for me to get onto it. I guesstimated the number of squares I’d need and spent a few days cutting and sewing them together.
He wants a queen-sized quilt, which is a sizeable project. When I laid them out on my bed (also queen-sized) to work out the layout – I discovered that I’d made DOUBLE what I needed. What an idiot! So now Evan23 and I will have mother-son matching quilts. Not exactly what I intended to have happen…
I’ve also pieced together a lap-quilt for a friend. I had some fabric left over from the ‘Outlander’ quilt, so waste not, want not!
At the end of January I ordered 8 teak chairs from Schotts in Moorabbin to go with my teak outdoor table. My verandah out the back is finished and the chairs were one of the final things I needed to make it all ready.
The woman who served me said that they’d have to order them in from China. At that stage China had shut down lots of things because of the virus. She said that they were due in at the end of April, but with the virus, who knew?
I shrugged, thinking that it would be getting colder by then, so if the chairs didn’t arrive for months it wouldn’t make that much difference anyway.
Well knock me down with a feather if the chairs didn’t arrive on time! I had a week to collect them. I hadn’t left the house (except to walk the dogs) for a couple of weeks and it felt strange getting into the car and driving to get them.
I also took the chance to visit Mum and Dad. We sat on their back verandah, appropriately socially distanced of course! I hadn’t seen them in around 5 weeks. Tom28 brings them their groceries every Saturday and they talk to him in the front garden, but apart from that they don’t see too many people.
To my shame, the veggie garden has been left it its own devices. Once I get the fence finished I’ll be very busy cutting and dropping the old tomato and celery plants and dragging away the old zucchini, squash and pumpkin vines. It looks like a squalid dump at the moment.
But it’s not all gloom and doom. I’ve already picked 2 pumpkins and there are another 3 or 4 still out there. I’ve never been able to grow pumpkins before, so it’s a little bit exciting.
This wee little pumpkin grew, like all of the others, out of the compost materials that I was bringing home from work. It only had 300g worth of pumpkin, which was perfect for adding to the mashed potato on the top of a shepherd’s pie. It’s so satisfying to eat things that you’ve grown yourself.
After I made the lap quilt for my friend, I had a few leftover blocks so I made these for the kids next door. They have 4 kids under 5 and honestly… lockdown is a struggle for them. I hear lots of tantrums and arguments from the kids so I figured that if they had something new, it would at least distract them for a while. (And hopefully won’t give them something else to argue about!!)
A blogging friend put me onto a terrific website for sourdough bread. The guy who runs it is a whizz at putting up recipes that are simple to understand and which actually work. He’s also incredibly attentive to the comments, where people ask questions and offer suggestions, which makes his blog an absolute treasure-trove for sourdough baking! The loves at the top of this post are from the simple weekday sourdough recipe, which I’m excited about because it means I can keep the sourdough loaves going even when I’m back at school.
This loaf is from a new recipe he just posted, which is a sourdough bread made with 100% plain flour/all-purpose flour. When David26 and I went to Costco on that crazy day, we bought 2 big bags of plain four. I was actually wanting baker’s flour but there was none to be had. I’ve been eking out my last remaining bakers flour in the Simple Weekday recipe by using plain flour for most of it, and substituting bakers flour when the recipe calls for whole-wheat flour.
This new recipe is a really good way to use the abundant plain flour I’ve got. I put some pepita seeds on top, just for fun. I was rapt at how high it rose. It doesn’t taste like sourdough but it’s a beautiful loaf of bread just the same. I had the first slice – the crust – just now for breakfast. Bloody beautiful!
So yeah – lockdown is going really well. I really hope they keep the schools closed for the whole term because I really don’t want to get sick. But in the meantime, there’s plenty to do to keep occupied!
This garden may be pretty awful, but at least we’re getting heaps of beans and zucchini. I have 35 bags of chopped zucchini in the freezer at last count, with 8 monster zuccs still on the vine. It makes me hopeful for the future when I’ve nourished the soil and plants have a sporting chance of producing.
The weekend is over and a full work week commences. *sigh*
I’ve been blogging on the other blog and there are a few posts that long-term readers might be interested in. I have no idea if there’s any crossover between the two blogs and it seemed almost rude that I’d write about these things somewhere else and not include you guys. So here they are. Grab a cuppa…
Remember when we would drive to the bakery for free bread when the kids were little? Saved us thousands of dollars over the years. Here’s something that happened a couple of weeks ago that made me come full circle.
Here’s one for those who want to see how the backyard veggie garden looks. It’s a fun piece comparing the path to financial independence with gardening, but if you don’t give a tinker’s cuss about that, just look at the photos. 🙂
Here’s the honest-to-God Secret to Happiness. I’ve learned this week that it’s now called ‘mindfulness’, but I call it ‘noticing the little things.’
For those of you who’ve been following the boys as they grow up, we had some news about David25’s girlfriend.
And this is the post I was scrolling back to find – The Scariest Financial Decision of All. This is a post I’m really proud of and I hope it helps people who are wrestling with the same decision I did – do I leave my marriage or not? I made my decision 21 years ago, but some moments in life stay as vivid as the day they happened.
Anyway, I thought I’d post these links here because these posts might be of interest to my Dancing With Frogs readers. They have to do with my life and they deal with things that I’ve written about previously, so I thought I’d bring those who are interested up to speed.