The Day: Monday 25 October 2010. Labour Day.
I’d slept late, deliciously late. I’d been woken earlier, barely registering my sister leaving at 6.30, padding through the kitchen to let the dog out, the rest of the household moving about their morning. Comforting morning noises that don’t disrupt sleep as much as they confirm that everything is as it should be. I stretched, and spent a good while paying the pup attention as he snuggled up to me, delighted that I was now awake.
I checked my phone, declined a breakfast + situation I didn’t want to address just yet. Txt a friend to say I was awake, but not yet ready for guests. Spent a delicious half hour checking the internet from bed. Twitter. Facebook. Pocket Empires.
I got up, and dressed. Washed my face, and armed with my book + phone went out to see what everyone else was doing. The kitchen was a bombshell, and I could see my Dad + his partner reading in the garden post breakfast. Books, and newspapers and coffees fought for space on the outdoor table with empty breakfast dishes. I rather leisurely made breakfast. Marmite Toast, fancy grilled cheese toast that I found in the fridge. A pacific rose apple. A bottle of Lime Water. I cleaned up both my mess and theirs as I went. Dishes in the dishwasher. Wiped down the bench. Bits of cheese fed to the waiting Pup.
I took my breakfast out into the garden, and sat in the sun. The delightful, amazing sun. The weather was putting it on for us today. Blue skies with a breeze just soft enough to cool without being cold. We chatted. About our days. Our doings of last night. Our travel plans. I picked up my book (Eat, Pray, Love) and it was delicious. Sitting out in the sun, being warm, reading my book, eating a very leisurely breakfast was absolutely divine. At some point I watered my lime tree, glad it was still alive, and that I hadn’t done anything yet to harm it.
Eventually I realised that time had passed sooner than I thought it had. I txt said friend to say it was safe to arrive, and I set about getting things ready for cheese making. Washing utensils in soapy water, then in a sterilizing bath. Wiping down surfaces. Setting up the water bath. My friend arrived soon enough. Bringing with her enough food to feed an army. Breads, and dips and cheeses. Milk for own cheese, too.
We set about making said cheese. Following the instructions, heating milk and stirring when needed. Gossiping as we went, slowly catching up on small details that we’d missed the night before. Insights that we’d had, what we thought. Confirmation that it was okay to feel what we were feeling. Think what we were thinking. Glad that we had such a friendship, and that it was so easy.
The great thing about making cheese is that alot of the time you just have to let it become cheese. The first break was 45 minutes long, so we left the cheese to become cheese, and ventured back out into the garden. Armed with plates of breads and dips. Big glass decanters filled with lemon watter, and freshly squeezed juice made from oranges grown in our backyard.
We ate, and talked and baked in the sun. Occasionally moving to the shade provided by the umbrella as it got too hot. Moving back out again as we cooled. We discussed anything and everything. Bits of books we liked. People we knew. Sticky situations we were in. Friendships that were difficult. The jobs we had. Movies we wanted to see. It was casual, and easy. Conversation was an easy comfortable flow. The food was divine (I am a big fan of breads and dips) and the day was gorgeous. I was glad to be out and enjoying it.
We eventually left the food outside to finish making cheese. It was a process of measuring tempretures and scooping curds from whey. Letting some all knit together in a press, and heating other bits. It was a fun process, mostly for the company and the conversation than the process itself. Sibling came home at some point. She was essay writing, and would go through phases of productivity + procrastination. The later which involved hanging out in the kitchen with us to gossip.
Between making cheese I spent some time putting movies + tv + music onto a harddrive. Making sure it all fit and was named appropriately. I also kicked off the downloads for the latest episodes of the shows I’m watching at the moment, so I could share those, too.
When I returned to the kitchen, we were feelin a little more confident about the cheese making process. Some improvising was required, but we got there in the end. Lyth arrived, and I was glad to see him. We sat, and talked, and waited for the cheese to become cheese. We were stoked when we had something that resembled cheese that we recognized. We made Feta, and Ricotta and Haloumi.
The moment the Haloumi was done, we fried up two sections, called out to Sibling, and ventured back out in the garden to eat it. The breads we’d left in the sun had been toasted a little, which was amusing. Still tasty when slathered with kumara + pumpkin dip and topped with fried haloumi. There is not alot better than fried haloumi that you’ve just made. We spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in the sun. Drinking wine, discussing nothing of real importance. It was about enjoying the heat, and the company. About being so full of incredibly good food, and satisfied about having successfully made cheese that was delicious. Quinn barked an awful lot at a phantom dog that he could hear, but not see. It was an incredible simple afternoon, so there isn’t alot to report about those amazing few hours in the sun. We all got a little bit browner. We all relaxed a little bit more. Got to know each other a little better. Made some plans about the upcoming week. Dinners. Movies to see.
Lyth left, first. My friend Kat a while after. Sibling and I continued to sit in the sun. Talked about travel plans, and what to get our folks for Christmas. I set about cleaning up, both the garden (which was now littered with plates and crumbs, the food having been consumed) and the kitchen + all the cheese making gear. I broke a pot, which I was a little gutted about. But being in the sun all day has this amazing ability to make you sleepy, and relaxed. I didn’t care too much about the pot. I’d replace it, when I got a chance. Small little things like a broken pot aren’t important in the great scheme of things.
I watched a little Harry Potter with Dad, before watching the latest episode of Grey’s Anatomy. This was followed by a nap. Days spent all day in the sun relaxing definitely need naps. It felt indulgent. But then, today was definitely an indulgent kind of day. Relaxing for relaxing’s sake. Taking pleasure in the small things. Food, good company, family and amusing little dogs.
I showered after the nap. A ridiculously long and hot shower. After which I cleaned the shower, because it was my turn and a simple thing to do. I blogged for a while. Helped myself to the icecream that was in the freezer, and more of the brilliant home made orange juice. I moisturised, because my skin was definitely feeling the effects of the sun. I’d taken to running at lunch, and the past week has been nothing but blue skies. At that to a day at the snow (goggle tan, much?) and a spending yesterday on a couch in the sun… while I wasn’t yet sunburnt, if I wasn’t careful I’d peel.
I crawled into bed with the pup, and lined up the rest of my shows. I fell asleep during Dexter. I shouldn’t watch that show before bed, but its a show I don’t mind missing, so its okay to fall asleep too. when I’m at home, I find it difficult to fall asleep any other way now. *shrug*
It was a brilliant day. A holiday for a start, but fraught with introspective moments about taking a moment to relax, and enjoy whats here. I could have been doing many other productive things (I have too many web design projects on at the moment, for a start. There’s also the unplanned details of this giant travel adventure I’m taking) but instead I took the time to enjoy today.
So, yes. A Day In The Life. Monday 25 October 2010. Labour Day.
 This is possibly the most boring post I’ve ever written. [/edit]