On the weekend, I:
- moved my grandfather. I’ve grappled with that sentence a bit. Should I say ‘moved’ or ‘helped to move’;
- drank a bottle of red wine, despite best intentions to have a week of alcohol-free days;
- watched the last episode of series two of the West Wing and felt a bit lost at the thought of no West Wing for at least a week until I get a chance to get back into the ABC shop, and forced the mister to apologise for making rude comments about the amount of money I spent on that DVD set, because isn’t it a brilliant way of watching television shows;
- went on a tour of the West Terrace Cemetery with my Dad;
- helped the mister to hang a load of washing out;
- hid behind the fridge and cupboard doors to scoff the last of the large Easter Rabbit the mister bought me for a present on Saturday night which was so enormous I couldn’t eat it all in one night, and that’s why I had to hide to eat the rest, so no one else would see me and want to ‘taste a bit’;
- grappled a bit more with my upstART set while the mister took the boys to a birthday party;
- read the reviews a few more times, because…well, because it’s exciting and fun, and because I don’t expect I’ll be getting reviewed all that often and I would never be one of those people to say ‘I don’t read reviews’;
- went to see Ross Noble – there was a great many of us running across Grote Street (or is it Gouger) to get to the car park before it closed. See, now, how Adelaide is that…not staying until the end of the encore, because you have to get your car out of the carpark (even if you did catch the tram in to meet the mister because he had taken the boys from the party straight to my babysitting Dad’s);
- went to pick up my boys from my Dad’s house very late at night, then facilitated an interesting and complex manouvre involving taxis so that all of us could get home even though we were all going different places;
- went to see Hot Pink Bits which was really, really good – with just the perfect amount of rude;
- fell into bed at midnight and dreamed frightening dreams about not getting my set finished on time.
So, you know, the usual gamut of emotions.
Next year.
Next year will be filled with more middle ground.
Oh, and yes, there was a car race. Not my can of bourbon, but plenty of people loved it.
all west wing seasons are $30 (!!) at JB hi-fi atm. so if you don’t mind the mega corp thing…
Really!?!
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I love your bloggie… I wish I had something clever to say, alas, today I am as usual a bear of very little brain.. but hi from the small brained bear-cat anyway 🙂
West Wing is addictive and my husband and I have been known to wacth it on DVD for 14 hours straight (just.one.more.episode.) You can get them at most libraries now (especially the earlier series) and they are available at the dvd store. Unless of course, you want to watch them over and over again, like we do. Just don’t be too disappointed when you get to series 5 and realise Aaron Sorkin is no longer the writer (oh the agony when that dawned on us).
I’ve got episodes 12-22 of Season Two awaiting me on hold at the library. Can’t wait until Tuesday when the library opens again and I can pick it up.
Then must put Season Three (eps. 1-11) on hold.
God, it’s all go round here.
Excellent weekend’s work. Especially the chocolate. I hope the public bits go spiffingly.
Did the reviews like you then?
‘not my can of bourbon’ … that’s comedy gold, actually … I love it (small things, small minds, perhaps)
We’re also in love with The West Wing. The beloved bought them all in the US, so we can watch them at our leisure. For us, this means no more than two in a row, otherwise I tend to go to sleep, which is mostly a function of watching late at night.
Wow — I went on a tour of the Curramulka cemetery with my father. It is full of his contemporaries and friends, which I think he finds unnerving, and of our common (very common) DNA or the ghost of it or whatever, which I think we both find reassuring in a gruesome sort of way.
Actually that was Friday, not the weekend. But still.
Wow — I went on a tour of the Curramulka cemetery with my father. It is full of his contemporaries and friends, which I think he finds unnerving, and of our common (very common) DNA or the ghost of it or whatever, which I think we both find reassuring in a gruesome sort of way.
Actually that was Friday, not the weekend. But still.
ariel, I was pretty pleased with that line – though usually if I’m laughing at my own jokes, it means no one else will.
Hello Emma and welcome (I don’t think we’ve met before, but forgive me if we have and I don’t realise). I will be disappointed when sorkin isn’t the scriptwriter – the scripts are bloody amazing, aren’t they?
PC, that is kind of sppoky. You probably already know, but just in case you don’t – did you know that Bonython Hall was built with a sloping floor so that it could not be used for such frivolous pursuits as dancing. This is what I learnt when standing at the graveside of the Bonythons.
Oh, the West Wing, my favorite series ever. What a sad day it was when I reached the end. If only politics was really like that.