Sand, Morocco, Distressed Cat and 2 Cellos

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.

Day 5 – He Sits in Judgement

We all know the Internet likes cat pictures, so here’s me making the most of my day filled with cleaning…

This is my cat Obie, short for Oberon (no, neither are my password, I’m not that security illiterate, thanks). He judges me. A lot.

Today he was sitting back watching me clean and in no uncertain terms telling me that I don’t know what I’m doing, and to stop embarrassing myself already. But he washes with his tongue, so what does he know!?

And because one cat picture is never enough…

2013-07-21 - Obie Morning 1
Good Morning… Mind if I Rattle these Blinds?

And…

Taking in the Smells Outside
Taking in the Smells Outside