yesterday was my one day at home
after Geelong and before heading Stateside for two and a half months
i filled it with as much as i could
packing new sets of workshop materials
having a gin with my mother
and laptime with Martha
who is not best pleased by the sight of the suitcase
i even spent an hour blissfully weeding in the garden
creating a small patch of order in what otherwise resembles a hayfield
and was put in mind of my favourite scene in Michael Ondaatje's book
'The English Patient'
where the nurse, Hana, takes her nailscissors and cuts a perfect footsquare patch of lawn in the long grass around the monastery where she is caring for the burned man
[it's not in the movie version, which makes it easier to imagine somehow]
i took photos of the roses
the quince blossom
the rich chocolate earth
and the horses
and then last thing at night
after cooking dinner and while doing the dishes
i foolishly downloaded a so-called update on my iPhone
my phone no longer worked.
so i had no alarm to wake me for the 4am airport trek
and consequently stayed up all night so i wouldn't miss my flights
i've managed to restore some of the functions to my phone
but all the audiobooks have disappeared
as well as my lovely late afternoon photos.
i'm not at all happy with Apple at present.
on the bright side
i shouldn't have trouble sleeping on the plane
having now been wide-awake for 29 hours...