Aug 13, 2005 21:07
I've been back in Hawaii for about two weeks now. I started an entry soon after getting here about how much I didn't want to be back, how much I didn't want to do the scenes I have coming up, but now that I've settled back into the routine I'm enjoying it again. I never finished the entry, obviously. I'm glad I didn't. I was being horribly whingey in it. I like too that when I resigned my contract I managed to smuggle weekends off out of it. It's relaxing to be able to sit around if I want to, or to go out and play or whatever I want, really. It's also really nice because while Hayden is here it means I can spend more time with him.
He was away a couple days this week, and I used the free time to go out and surf. I haven't been surfing in a really, really long time. Well, that's a lie. When we were in Sydney for promotions I ventured out into the water, but freezing water isn't as fun as the warm ones here in Hawaii. The waves aren't quite as treacherous, which takes away a little of the challenge, but it lets me stay out there longer. I love the water. It clears my head, makes everything inside wash away, and when they start to trickle back in it's at a much more manageable pace.
I've been feeling all sorts of sentimental these past couple of days, and it's resulted in me going domestic and cleaning all of the house today. I did about five loads of laundry. I usually can barely finish one. And I cleaned all the floors and dusted everywhere and I even cleaned the bathroom. Top to bottom. Hayden mowed the lawn. :-D
I also made my weekly phone calls. Still getting the machine, though I had a really good chat with my mum. Then she made me call my brother, and that was a bit of laugh because we always tease each other senseless. Somewhere along the way we turned a little serious and he caught me up on all the things happening to him and me the same. Finally ended with ringing up Dommie and he told me all about the mischief his cat is getting into, and how Fog got away, but he's not so sad because she liked the trees outside better than the branches in her tank. I'll have to find him something else usual to have, because I can't have any child of mine growing up liking furry cats or snuggly dogs. He must have a liking to snakes and bugs and other odd bits. Must. Maybe I'll send Blink over to him. I imagine he's lonely for some attention. Anne is going to hate me, but that's all right.
I'm trying to make up for lack of updating with length and substance, and while I've got the length working the substance isn't as much. I've been having a lot of trouble getting my thoughts out lately. I bought a new journal the other day and a lovely pen, and then some more colourful pens and I got something semi decent written there. That's something at least. I'll blame the rest of my incapacity to write on the level of reading I've been doing lately. I have a pile of books waiting to be gotten through, and I'm slowly making my way through, which is good. At least I can claim to be educated. Or something of the sort.
Abruptly, I'm off to make some tea now. Elijah, I hope you're satisfied.