hazy

These days have been so hot and hazy. It feels like summer already or Japan in July again.

So I like goodmornings with fresh strawberries or frozen strawberries and cute pots of Jalna yoghurt and an article I'm critiquing about happiness makes you live longer.

ducks

If I kept a blog, I would blog about the mondays I like. The mondays I like tend to involve feeding birds.



Mondays of that windy-happy-about-to-storm feeling, lunch in a park with a brother, feeding ducks and water hens and ibises and crows.

going

Mondays are good when there are blueberries for breakfast and most people sleeping in til eleven thirty and having breakfast again when Paul is awake and cooking eggs for me. Mondays happen when it is raining and I'm saying goodbye to brother & his girlfriend who are just beginning to make brownies in the super yellow kitchen, and I'm saying goodbye to mum & dad who are picking homegrown fruit and feeding the cows in the pouring rain.

So these kind of Mondays happen when Paul & I are driving 500 odd kms south, eating kfc, taking unflooded shortcuts, listening to beethoven and laughing at the increasingly sexual overtones of a triple J radio host. We are going places we are.

sky

nanowrimo

A great day for curling up in my bed nest of colourful pillows and writing my nanowrimo.


Later going for a bike ride with sister. Eating tacos. Admiring long hair. Playing piano. Saying goodnight to a far-away guy via skype.

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friendliest

Mondays when you wake up at 5.35am are my new favourite.

The kind of monday when you get dressed without thinking and you grin at the open blue sky and a day of happiness and action stretched before you. We wiped benches, set tables, ate breakfast, collected plates, washed dishes, mopped floors, folded towels, dried cutlery, took down tents, packed away chairs, walked up and down steep hills, caught up with best friends, expressed gratitude for morning tea at 9.15 and lunch at 11, said more goodbyes and got a lift home in a car full of the friendliest of friends.

The kind of monday when you can play piano all afternoon, eat left over sandwiches & banana bread, catch up on facebook & tumblr and text your boyfriend. The kind of monday when you're eating salad and chops for dinner with the family and it feels like you've all packed 3 weeks in to the last 3 days and the talk around the dining table is mostly about how awesome our God is. Mondays when your feet hurt from walking all day and your back hurts from sleeping on uncomfortable beds and your hair needs washing and your suitcases need unpacking and your nanowrimo needs writing and you're grinning like an idiot because you're so happy and you only want life exactly like this.

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unfailing

Monday.

Sometimes it feels like Mondays come too soon and become too busy. And the awesome doesn't seem to be falling in line, falling right before me.

So it's good to have a back up plan.



An infallible plan which today includes:

- quickly drinking large amounts of water
- teriyaki chicken and coconut rice
- a chilled can of V
- mildly loud music
- simple pictures in my journal

Walking around on broken leg,
But I can't get you outta my head.
And all these girls with their high IQ's
You can try to resist but it's no use.

Are you gonna get up or are you gonna stay in bed?

- Broken Leg, Bluejuice

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