When I say 'A Garden Sunday', I don't mean working in the garden.
I love gardens. I don't love 'working' in the garden .. actually, once I'm in the garden and working, it's quite enjoyable and very satisfying, but finding the motivation to actually get out there and do it? That's another matter altogether.
My garden Sunday was actually spent at Arkarra Tea Gardens enjoying a birthday lunch with my art teacher's daughter and nine of her friends.
The food was great. The service was friendly. The drinks were cold. The company was good. I very much enjoyed the almost 3 hours that we spent together. Us oldies decided not to join the girls (all in their 30s and 40s) for the afternoon, because there's no way we could keep up with the drinking games and frolicking that was on offer.
No time was spent at my workspace today, so tomorrow, while everyone else in Queensland is enjoying a public holiday, I am going to be working a full 8+ hour day.
Tonight I'm looking forward to sliding between some crisp clean sheets and sleeping soundly so that my brain is fresh and bright for a good work day.
Tomorrow morning I'll put dinner in the slow cooker and then I won't have to worry about anything except work!
I hope you all enjoy your public holiday. Stay safe.
Nite all.
I'm lazy and selfish and spend too much time on the internet. I love to be creative with photography and jewellery and sketching with pencil and pastels. I'm happier now than I have ever been and I love everything about my life ... where I live, my home, my fantastic grown up children, my lifestyle, my friends, my dogs and last but not least my wonderful adoring husband. Life is good!
Nice to see you!
Three major events occurred for me last year (2010), all in the space of about 2 weeks. I turned 50. The following day I got married. Two weeks later, my oldest daughter became pregnant with her first child and my first grandchild.
Most middle-aged people will tell you that in their minds, they still feel 20 something. It's the same for me.
Wasn't it only yesterday that I was planning a night out with guys from the surf club? That gorgeous new perm. Flaired, cuffed denims and the red t-shirt with the off-the-shoulder frill. Corked platform wedgies. **sigh**
Suddenly I'm looking in the mirror and wondering how 30 years can flash by so damned quickly!
So here I am in cyberspace, sharing my genuine shock and horror with anyone who'll listen and maybe I'll even meet some other over 50s who find themselves in the same predicament!
Welcome to my dilemna!!
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