Sunday December 6 was the long-awaited street party, for which we were supposed to have cleaned out our garden and tidied our place thoughout 2009. Well, wouldn't you know, it rained like crazy, so we had the party inside!! I would have been cross if we had indeed worked hard all year to get the garden ready, but as it was, we had done just enough to get by, so I was happy either way.
We had a lovely few hours catching up with the people who live down the same narrow driveway; there are ten houses down here. Albeit, because we don't have enough nice chairs and I had arranged them badly, all the girls were seated in the middle of the living room, and all the guys were standing between the living room and the kitchen, only the more confident guys coming to join the girls from time to time. (Yes, you Kiwis and Aussies would know exactly what I mean!) Every year Ben and I appreciate the fact we are surrounded by nice neighbors. We do intend, though, (at least I do,) to keep the momentum and make our place look a lovey.
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You're just about caught up in what I've been doing these last few weeks. Except one more thing; last Friday, we had the roof and the exterior of the house water-blasted and scrubbed, and that was another positive, uplifting thing. Our bright yellow house is bright yellow again, and there is no bird poo on our windows at the moment.
I'm sorry to bore you with the mundane bits of my life, mostly from three weeks ago. I had a very vivid week, which left me with thoughts, ideas and impressions which felt worth recording. The trouble is, I read a lot of fiction since, which in itself was lovely, but that very vivid week appears pale and distant already, and I can't seem to recapture much any more. The week was important to me and my future weaving, I recall.
I've noticed I'm getting even better forgetting things. I'm always trying to remember something. It's a bit of a worry, but I'm not sure what I can do besides writing things down.