A soothing week for sure. With a thumping rock ending.
I managed to catch two nice sunny days down the coast past Nowra. I walked about 25km along the waves listening to my podcasts; I got some weird looks, and I felt a little guilty that I wasn’t just focusing on the rushing waves. But I had a 5 hour episode about the first world war to listen to, so clearly… something.
It amazes me how relaxing I can find being away from my internets (within reason).
I have also noticed a very interesting difference in how this holiday feels. There a fundamental difference between a holiday after which I have to return to the to-do list of work items that are still on my plate, and this holiday that is more like a full reset in that regard. Even a week in I already felt completely unburdened of thinking about work, where earlier holidays I’d still have that partition in the back of my head keeping track of the things I had to get back to and how much longer I could afford not to think about them. It’s a bit like trying not to think about a pink elephant.
On Friday Abbey and I did something very different on our holiday down the coast. We went to a Moroccan cooking class. Due to some stroke of fate I got “stuck” with making the ice cream for our 3 course meal. I almost said something, but I decided to just roll with it and politely nod to all the ice-cream-making instructions. I also learned to make a few other interesting bits and pieces as well, so it wasn’t just ice cream all the time.
And tonight we came back to one very distressed cat.
Amber had managed to get locked in the top-side of the house where there was no food or water; I cannot even recall us closing the in-between door, so maybe she got in a fight with Obie and he closed the door on her? Luckily it was only for a few days, but she was still very sad/upset/glad-to-see-us … some extra water and nutrition and she’s back to herself already. Now there is just the little matter of her improvised litter-tray to deal with :/
And tonight the week got topped off with 2 Cellos … it is both exactly what it says on the tin, and completely different from what you might expect. Try YouTube. Imagine Cellos getting abused in different ways and then add-on thumping drum beats. It felt like they were trying to pre-emptively re-start my heart. Great fun.
Definitely a full week, so now for a little quiet back home.
I had access to a beach today, and I made good use of it. Twice!
This morning I went out to take some pictures with the DSLR. I have no idea how they turned out yet. I’ll spend some time sorting through the (hopefully) good results tomorrow. I had hoped to get further along the beach than I did, but there was a canal that superficially looked like not much of an impediment. Alas, standing on the edge it proved to be about waist-deep and I hadn’t dressed for that kind of crossing. More over I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to keep the camera dry if I jumped in. It was only a couple meters across, but still.
So I returned home and read Raising Steam by Pratchett, which was enjoyable, but not his best work I think. Paper books feel weird to my hands now that I do a lot of my reading on a Kindle. The bulk of paper is so unwieldy by comparison. Paper is more for collecting than reading if you ask me.
And in the afternoon I returned to the beach. I parked elsewhere and didn’t take the camera. Unencumbered with anything other than my podcasts in my ear I walked about 8km at a leisurely pace. It feels immensely relaxing, and it was unfortunate that I had left all my big ideas at home because it was an ideal time to think them. I didn’t walk as far as I had intended, but distances along the coast can be very deceiving… a curve of beach that looks like an easy 1 hour walk will readily prove to be over 15km long and a half-day round-trip if attempted. The only way to get perspective is to look behind at how slowly my starting point was dwindling to the same sizes to “talk” some sense into me.
This feels like exactly the right level of productivity for a holiday.
I guess it’s only right to do this on the day in the exact middle of my leave.
Holidays have a habit of flying past.
I don’t like the sound that particular “deadline” makes as it whooshes by…
And there are plenty of things I’d like to do (more) of over my 3 weeks off:
- The projects in my sidebar
- A trip down the coast at the beach
- More photography
- More/different gym classes
- More Wet’n’Wild
- More time with (new?) friends
- More reading
- More writing
- … and then some
I don’t think I have enough time for all of it. But I should make sure I fit in a decent mix of everything. I want to avoid ending the holiday feeling there are too many things I completely didn’t touch on.
I think I should put together a “balanced diet” in my activities to neither end up with a sugary entertainment high and subsequent crash, nor an over-self-improvement hangover.