I like Saturdays

Saturdays are good mornings for me, very peaceful. Since Dave has Sundays and Mondays off, Saturday is a 'work' day for me, too.

It starts with a trip into town to do laundry. Since we live on a fish farm near the ocean, we have heaps of salt water but have to generate our own fresh water (reverse osmosis, aka the desalinator). But not enough fresh water to do laundry.

I pop the laundry into the machines. This week it was three loads, we didn't get home from our travels until Monday. Most weeks it is four or five loads.

Then I wander down to "The Shed," or "Mrs. Mac's." The only op shop in town. Most clothes for $1. Since I teach art, I get a lot of my clothes there! (And I have found some great bargains as well). Mrs. McCloud was there today. She's the town treasure. Next to visit is the library, the post office, and then back to the laundromat to put the laundry in the dryers.

While I am waiting for the laundry to dry, I do a bit of shopping, and get something to drink while I read my library book in the laundromat. I usually see lots of people I know, and during tourist season I meet many new people.

I fold all my laundry fresh out of the dryer, bring it home, and put it away. Folded piles of clean laundry is a pleasant sight, folding doesn't feel boring but peaceful and purposeful. Who would have thought?

So beginning to end it is just two and a half hours, and I end up with clean folded laundry, new library books, op shop treasures, some groceries, and a definite sense of accomplishment.

Trip to Perth

Before Matt & Kat's wedding. In Sue's dress, in Evelyn's pearls. My new shoes, though (which you can't see).

Myself, and Amy and Christine.

Dave, at King's Park, before the wedding reception. He looks good in his suit!

Dave and our new nephew James. Aren't they both adorable?

James and myself. He had the angry eyebrows that morning.