SUNDAY / 23

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I love Sundays like this. Early up, coffee with a friend in Potts Point, stomping through puddles with her smalls and, because it was too wet for the park, a good catch up at hers. And then home to dig in and get some gardening done. I had bought a fiddle leaf fig for inside, which needed potting, and then a heap of my small guys out the front needed re-potting to a bigger home. It took a good while, and I got a sore back, but am so happy with the results. I took some cuttings while I was at it too, to strike up in jars by the kitchen window (above) and hopefully pot by spring.

Not to mention I made a pot of amazing soup for friends and then we went to the Opera House to see my dream man, Ira Glass, in Three Acts, Two Dancers and One Radio Host. I can't begin to tell you how much I loved the whole thing. I smiled like a fool the whole night.   

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE. 

SUNDAY / 22

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Arvo film sesh and bake off to 'round out the weekend. Having spent the morning working on a deadline, and sore as hell from my run the day before, I made time for a good walk at Clovelly, where it was sunny and glorious. Afterwards we settled in to watch films and eat chilli with guacamole and brown rice (and lots of sour cream) and a few beers. We'd decided on a Scorcese theme, never having seen Taxi Driver which I think is a film you're supposed to have seen. And wowsers, it was intense. Good, but intense.

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE.

THE LIGHT

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Always with Turrell. Always with the light.

Thinking back to the National Gallery last month, and what a wonder it was to sneak in a couple of days out of town, soaking in winter quiet and old friends and that amazing collection. 

POCKET KNIFE

How does anybody last?
As the world keeps coming
And the bees keep humming
And I'll keep running

Flowers I can do without
I don't wanna be tied down
White material will stain
My pocket knife's gotta shiny blade
I'm not trying to cause a fuss
I just wanna make my own fuck-ups
I'm not trying to break your heart
I'm just trying not to fall apart

Been listening to A LOT of PJ Harvey lately... 

SUNDAY / 21

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Mornings by the beach, while Ngaio and J are away, and I have responsibility for their dog. I might happens to be allergic to this pup, but gosh I love her. I dose myself up on antihistamines just so we can hang out, though I've had to stop her from sleeping on the bed. It's nice waking up early and having a reason to walk by the coast, and then more of it in the evening - today's sunset was a lovely rosy glow. In between I got a few things done, had arvo ramen at Rising Sun in Newtown with Tess and Lucy, a couple of Young Henrys and a lot of laughter. It was a fine Sunday. 

YEAR THREE.

YEAR TWO.

YEAR ONE.