What a lovely morning. A crisp cool autumn day, beautiful blue sky, refreshing and sweet. Having had the day off yesterday I was relaxed and ready to start the day. I also slept well which always helps.
On the train I discovered I'd forgotten to pack my phone. It forced me to pick up the book I am currently reading, Ulysses. P and I are reading it together. I've been dragging the chain a little I must confess. There are passages I've read that make me go a little gaga. I have the feeling I should start afresh from the beginning but worry in doing so, the meaning still wouldn't reveal itself. I get glimmers of meaning, get distracted then just read words on the page. Like viewing a beautiful scene through thick fog. It helped that I didn't have my phone this morning, no distractions. I listened to: Stars of the Lid while reading
This was perfect.
I
did eventually leave Stephen on the beach, deeply immersed in his stream of consciousness.
I relaxed, let SotL sooth the rest of my journey. Today is a good day.
After a very pleasant weekend, the weather turned a little cooler
today. That means I'm wearing a three quarter sleeve woollen top, rather than I cotton top today. The school holidays are starting to come to an end. My kids go back on Thursday. There was no sport
this weekend, which makes for a very relaxing weekend. I spent a lovely
hour in the garden with M. yesterday. His incentive was some monetary
remuneration, but he was happy working beside me which was very nice.
I went for a drive with P on Saturday to locate a gym, I needed to transfer my membership. The location on the website was incorrect. What should have been a quick trip ended in a pleasant, funny afternoon drive. Just the two of us, listening to music, relaxed on an odd trip of exploration. Yes, we did eventually locate the gym.
I have a number of
CD's to listen to as a result of a music exchange with some friends. The
question is, how honest are we meant to be when it comes to commenting on
friends music taste? I don't expect anyone to like all the same music I do.
Music either resonates with you or it doesn't. It really isn't a question of
good or bad music. Wellllllll, in some cases it is. I still can't forgive my
parents for the repetitive torture inflicted on me by very poor quality country
music. I will listen to, and do like some country music now. But I tend to listen to it with a natural instinct to run away screaming. Recently, my music has been insultingly described as easy listening. I was insulted anyway as I equate easy listening with old age...Is that what is happening to me? I do know my taste in music has matured over the last 10 years. This is currently one of my favourite songs. I don't think you would have gotten me to listen to it when I was in my 20's.
Back on the train this morning after a lovely break taken sunning myself on the beach with my family. I've missed the train ride. For some reason I relax more. I don't know if it's because I'm surrounded by people I don't know, the movement of the train. Or maybe it's a time when no one makes any demands of me. This morning I read my book and listened to the Album Happy Songs for Happy People by Mogwai. I do have to thank you Anthony for putting me on to this. I love it so much. It is perfect for listening while reading on the train ride.
This
is not to say I didn't relax on my holiday. I did, however I always felt a
little on edge. I also had a feeling of lethargy that I couldn't shake. I
needed my family to get me going each day, otherwise I may have simply huddling
in the unit by myself. It is hard to describe. I didn't even want to read.
The kids had a lovely time learning to surf. The water was warm, the sun soft. Beautiful.
The success of the surfing lessons was varied, both kids had fun and got out of it what they wanted too. L is more into the social side of sporting activities. M is more interested in competing.
I have been a little absent my apologies. I had a couple of other photos I wanted to share from the art exhibition. I wonder how many other people out there consider the journey of the daily trip to work, school, university or whatever, as something more than simply a chore to be endured. One young artist has been inspired by their journey. The following is how it came together for them.
