Gateway, St Clair
Coffee, a look at M's paintings up on the upstairs wall at the 'Starfish' cafe in St Clair, and M&K's long-awaited wedding reception (Part two of their wedding which took place six months ago) have been the highlight of this long weekend.
For me this long holiday-weekend is going to be even longer, as I am not expected back at work until Wednesday. Surprisingly, despite having time to write, read and relax, I am not best pleased. This new job is fantastic - the only hitch with it is that there isn't as many hours as I was led to believe. I thought it was a forty-hour a week job. It is far from that at present, which rankles. I want to work. I am ready and willing and fit. I am free of family commitments. I am set and ready to go. Being short-changed on hours frustrates and disappoints.
ABM, St Clair
I feel hoodwinked. However, the tourist season has yet to kick in, plus the Centre's Observatory is actually closed to visitors until the birds have settled on to their nests, so the hours apparently aren't there until late November.
Street sculpture, St Clair
Which is fine in itself and reasonable - but I would've liked to have known that before I accepted the job and abandoned the full-time job I did have.
Al fresco, St Clair
Anyway, today I will spend catching up and learning a little bit more, and memorising the facts, about the old Fort that we take visitors around. (All unpaid research, albeit fascinating.)
New outlook from playground, St Clair
It is very windy here today with gale force winds. C. heads back to the West Coast with his orange kayak attached by rope to the roof of his car. I hope it's tied on securely as it's likely to take off otherwise.
M&K are having a belated honeymoon, and are also taking off (hopefully not literally!) with their tent. The forecast is for the wind to have passed over these climes by lunch-time, so all should be calm and peaceful once that happens.
And we have been left with Jedi to take care of. Jedi's not sure about this.
She has grown very old over the last six months, and is not quite the same spry, inquisitive dog she was six months ago.
Now that the house has emptied again, I am left here with Jedi and my music - I have a 'K's Special Mix' (ha-ha) - a handpicked song-selection which I'm playing from iTunes. At the moment, 'Bittersweet Symphony' is on, a song which takes me right back to winter 1997 and a warm kitchen and me peeling spuds for dinner for a family of four (we had Yuki from Japan staying with us that winter.)
To be followed by the Righteous Brothers' classic, 'Unchained Melody', followed by 'All I Need Is The Air That I Breathe' by The Hollies, 'Immigrant Song' by Led Zeppelin and 'Kathy's Song' by Kate Bush .... Whaddya mean I'm a obviously a product of the fifties and sixties? Is it that obvious? (I do have a Foo Fighters song on the list as well - does that help?) But then any gain that gives me is probably lost by 'Your Cheatin' Heart' by Hank Williams Senior and Jimmy Durante's version of 'As Time Goes By'. (Music choices are very subjective things.)
Time now to do some writing. Inspired by Amy Clampitt - and some AA Ammons that I read this morning, I think I will write about what I see from out of my window. Strangled tape/ in a lurid, green/ tree, writhes, / forms cryptic shapes ...