Wild Forests

2005-04-24 - 4:27 p.m.

The washing machine has been working overtime today - the line on the verandah is groaning under rows of warm clean clothing, and the bed has been made with clean sheets - a chore I tend to put off far too often.

Unusually, I find myself itching for some exercise, for the outdoors. The local pool closes soon, so I think after I've finished typing, I'll go for a walk, and take the camera with me to see if I can capture any of this lovely afternoon light.

Yesterday, West and I went to watch a local game of AFL, as one of his friends was playing. Both teams were atrocious - ignorant of football I may be, but I know that no-one being able to catch the ball is not a good sign. I lay on our picnic blanket with some cushions, read my book occasionally, and basked in the afternoon sun. Afterwards we ate, and then went bowling with a group of friends. I didn't get a single strike all night, despite experimenting with different styles of hurling the ball down the lane, which was rather frustrating.

The friends were really West's friends, if I was to define them, despite the fact that I went to school with one of them. We don't have too many mutual friends - while we quite like each other's friends, there's really no one person or couple who are friends equally with both of us. (That was a terribly awkward sentence, but I'm sure you know what I mean.) I should probably be more proactive in inviting my own friends over to the house, but I tend to shy away from 'entertaining' people as being too much effort. It rarely turns out to be as much hard work as I imagine, but I always think about it too much, and the actual inviting gets put aside in favour of time spent alone or with West.

I don't think working helps this tendency - I'm around people so much during the week that it's a lovely relief to have my time alone on the weekend, pottering in the garden and thinking. I'm going to think about this during the week, though - ways I can be more sociable in nice non-threatening ways, without sacrificing my pottering time. Afternoon teas on the weekends, perhaps. A book club. A jewellery making day. A cooking afternoon. Lots of food for thought there.

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