I love Easter. The long weekend with no associated frenzy of gift giving but some traditional foods and a slew of chocolate. The imagery is a bit off when you are in the southern hemisphere but I rationalise it by making it by scrubbing off the remains of my tan and getting ready for winter. Not that it feels like anything other than the end days of summer with days in the mid 20s and zero rain. My garden has been hopeless this year but at least I cut the grass yesterday.
I also have skip outside the house for a stack of stuff I could not be bothered making umpteen visits to the tip with. It was a good call as people come by and scavenge stuff and one can make impuslive decisions about whether you really need two sets of friand baking tins or that cup you loved but which now has a chip in it.
I did such a good job of decluttering the garage that there was room to put the car in there, a novel use.
The people I liked were the ones who came to the door and checked it was ok to take stuff and neatly restacked the stuff around it. The people I abhor where the ones who dumped a 10 litre can of cooking oil in my skip (presumably from their restaurant where they could not be bothered to pay for proper grease disposal) and the person who took the old office chair and then returned it 12 hora later in pieces. Seriously?
The older one has been on the northern beaches for the weekend while the younger one did a sterling job of clearing out and washing all the kitchen cupboards. Some cash exchanged hands but she did an ace job and was excellent at the ruthless decision making on whether we needed a cherry stoner. I did prevail on her that we should keep the oyster knife for some fantasy weekend at the beach which involved oyster shucking (the last time I used that knife was christmas 2003 but still it is a very tiny indulgence)
I am so excited to have a full day ahead of me though the week ahead is frantic and stressful. Only three weeks until I have two weeks off with the niece from the western wilds of the Pilbara.
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