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2005-04-25 - 6:14 p.m. Walking around our neighbourhood yesterday, along some unfamiliar streets, I came across an enormous eucalyptus tree. Its trunk was wider than the circle of my arms, delicate tracery patterns on its bark, and its leaves were tinged yellow and pink in the light of the sunset. I took some photos of its lacy network of branches, looking up into the sky. The weather has become cooler in the last week or two, despite a few hotter days. I can feel winter on the horizon, the chill in the evening air. I've been wearing my new jeans, and looking forward to the proper winter temperatures when I'll be justified in wearing a beanie. I like winter clothes - layers, boots, fuzzy socks and hats with pom-poms. Cute clothing. (Come on, surely everyone wears hats with pom-poms in the winter? Pom-poms rock.) I don't feel I've done quite as much as I should have done this long weekend. My piece of fiction for Poncy Writers isn't finished. I haven't written to my grandmother, or done any yoga. But I have made a lengthy list of sociable things I can do. I've practiced some easy pieces on the violin, fertilised all the pot plants, and taken quite a few silly self portraits while playing around with the functions on the camera. I shouldn't think that time is wasted just because I don't do what I planned to do. I was going to go back to the doctor to have a chickpox vaccination, but I cancelled the appointment. We're trying to save at the moment, and I've put off having a vaccination for several years, so I don't think a month or two more will make any difference. Also, I don't really want to go back to that unpleasant doctor, so I'm going to make an appointment in a month or two somewhere else, and have the vaccination done then. And yes, if I happen to catch chickenpox in the next few months, I'm going to be really pissed off with myself.
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