Weekend that was

I had a really lovely week­end during the bits I wasn’t work­ing. I planned to have a quiet week­end clean­ing the house, mark­ing assign­ments and writ­ing my tutorial and lec­ture for this week. It didn’t quite work out that way.

Sat­urday morn­ing I ended up at steam­punk, Nat & Andrew’s for pan­cakes and fruit salad, got back home just in time to have fizit call me and invite me to the Earth­dance Global Party for Peace in Fed­er­a­tion Square (read her report here, because I can’t really say it any better), dropped into the Dan on the way home to catch up with drzero, got home, worked, spoke to Brandon, slept. Sunday I got a call from my fab­ulous friend from Sydney, Max the doc­u­ment­ary maker saying he was in town and would I like to have brekky (mmm, French Vanilla Toast with pitted cher­ries…), tried to work, spoke to Brandon, tried to work, spoke to dai­syn­erd, tried to work, spoke to sleazemon­key, finally got a bunch of work done, spoke to Brandon.

It was actu­ally a great week­end. And some­where in there I did manage to get all that work done and man­aged to watch One Per­fect Day and Lost in La Mancha too (yay for multi-task­ing). Didn’t get the house­work done, though.

Well, actu­ally I fin­ished writ­ing the lec­ture tonight after watch­ing nuwishas_tail hit his nagan­ata-wield­ing sister miss_rynn over the head with a boken.

Must say I feel some­what sad that this post is a sign­posts entry rather than one writ­ten in the flux and amazement of any of the moments, but when the week­end is such a flurry of exper­i­ences and emo­tions, it just gets sum­mar­ised in this ter­ribly pro­saic way at the end of it, sit­ting in front of the Emmy’s.