It's the end of an era in a way. When S was four I took him to see the first Harry Potter movie. He loved it, I loved it. He was a bit scared to see the next two at the movies so I saw them on my own and he saw them on DVD months later.
I read the first five Harry Potter books to him. A chapter each night. And long chapters they were, sometimes taking me an hour to read. I never skipped any words and each character had their own voice. The last two books he read by himself.
The Harry Potter books have been as much a part of his life as Enid Blyton books were part of mine. Tonight as we saw the movie from start to finish I was aware that the past ten years of Harry Potter movies were finished and my son was far away from that dreamy little four year old, pink cheeked boy who dressed up as a little wizard with glasses and came down the street with me all those years ago.
As we left the theatre my son said that there was nothing to replace those movies. Those books might not be literary masterpieces but I think they will always be great books for children. Great fantasy reading and even better that there are movies to match.
On Thursday I took the day off work. Apart from the fact I had some bookwork to do at home and at my brother's, I was very tired from many nights of really rotten sleep. I slept in and caught up enough not to yawn five hundred times before lunch and to not feel snappy and anxious.
In the afternoon I went to my brother's. After I finished the bookwork we went down to the hen house to get some fresh eggs for me to take home.
The nesting boxes were full of fresh eggs. Even though I have a love/hate relationship with eggs I do love the look of them sitting in a nest.
My brother recently bought some weird amount of heavy ship rope just because he loves the look of it. It had been laid out to dry across his yard.
I parked my car under the cubby house that he built. The boys go up there quite often but I believe it also gets regular visits from big spiders which puts a damper on any cubby house fun.
His back yard is huge. He had oranges, lemons and grapefruit growing and I took some home with me.
I took a photo of my old studio which is soon to be emptied of my things as I make my way into the new and bigger art space. The old studio will become a nice place to put our ever increasing bike collection.
I have not done anything creative at all for months and months. I felt a pang of sadness that I was going to empty this little space that was made for me in 2007. Then I figured it was all for good and the space in my head was where it all happens really and felt okay about it.
So the new studio is almost finished. This week the floor goes down and the air conditioning gets put in. Some painting, floor sanding and bits and pieces. But almost done.
Initially I was going to paint the lining boards white but decided I liked the blonde wood. It has a coat of water based lacquer on it which will prevent it from yellowing. I can always paint it one day if I want to but for now I will just let it be natural. It gives a nice light.
Today I pottered around the house. Baked some very buttery, chocolaty and yummy cup cakes. Totally unhealthy and wonderfully delicious. No apple sauce in them!
I watched some movies on television. Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and The Railway Children. Really, really love watching movies on the weekend. It's becoming a very enjoyable ritual.
Later in the afternoon I went out to go for a jog but only went around the block. It started to rain and I just don't run in the rain. Tomorrow K and I are going up to a thing called the Thousand Steps and run up and down them. I use the word "run" very loosely because I know how hard the steps are and no running will be done by me. Just the walk up to the start of the steps makes me dry retch.
I was a bit unpopular at home today. I had fiddled with my husband's IPhone to make the emails work properly and, coincidentally, all his phone messages and call history disappeared. I felt really bad about it. Then I washed a pair of his jeans without checking the pockets first (first time I have not checked) and there was a note in the pocket with a work address he needed to be at on Monday morning. I suppose you could say he should check his own pockets but, well, shit happens.
On Friday afternoon I went to the Chinese Doctor's for some acupunture to hopefully help my hormonal happenings. I had acupuncure on my back followed by cupping. I now have half a dozen big, round, purple bruises over my back. I think they will take a week to fade. They actually look like hickeys. The acupuncture helps. Interestingly when she does it I can fall into a deep sleep for half an hour after she leaves the room. Maybe I should get a bed of nails at home or something.
So, not much more to report. I am really just hanging out for my studio, warmer weather and more blue sky. Just longer days would do me. More daylight.
Now I might go and trawl Etsy to see what I don't need and then I will buy it.