Of Mice and Men

My weekend in list form.

To do (written Friday afternoon):
1. Bake shortbread for 8 teachers.
2. Make chocolate truffles for 7 teachers.
3. Make chicken liver pate for 3 teachers.
4. Package the above.
5. Cut out and sew 47 red and white felt stockings for class Christmas gifts.
6. Edit a thesis (no, not Andrew's, that's been and gone and he has now got his Masters of Politics and Public Policy).
7. Edit several chapters of a book.
8. Do my writing homework.

Actually done (written Sunday night):
1. As above.
2. As above.
3. As above.
4. Not quite.
5. As above.
6. Watch Holden play baseball (they lost by one point but it was a great game).
7. Go to the neighbourhood Christmas party on Saturday evening.
8. Have lunch with my brother on Sunday.
9. Look at a house we want to buy but probably can't afford ...

So I sense a strong theme. NO WORK. Which means it's now Monday and the week ahead looks very scary. But at least I had some fun in amongst the endless cooking and sewing.



For Phoebe's class we hung the stockings on a branch of one of our gum trees (this is Australia, after all. Hol's we just strung along a length of dowel, as I had run out of ideas/patience/appropriate receptacles ...