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It was a long busy happy day.
I made pancakes this morning before we scooted off to the co-op according to Saturday morning tradition.
Shane wrote poetry in the cafe while I went about my hardcore produce procurement. Today I picked up:
Spinach, celery, apples, beetroot, pears, oranges, rocket, pakchoi, broccoli, cauliflower, onions, carrots, garlic, ginger, lemons, grapefruit, avocados, green beans, and tomatoes.
This might last us a few days.
We dropped off our purchases at home and cycled on to Rathmines and Ranelagh for tofu, oven chips, margarine, crisps, pasta sauce, and pizza cheese (for Shane, of course). All the healthy essentials, y’know?
Back home for a late lunch and we were off again. On the recommendation of a co-worker, Shane wanted to go out to the Poolbeg lighthouse in Dublin bay. It’s at the very end of a long bar of land/wall. The sign said it was completed in 1768.
We bicycled and trudged our way out there and trudged and bicycled our way back. On the route home, we crossed a single lane bridge. I stuck my head over the rail to look at the water and observed three ducks paddling against the current. It looked like hard work, but they seemed to be enjoying whatever there was to be found in the water, as they repeatedly tipped upside down and nibbled around in the murk.
We finally got home, where I realized I had completely forgotten about the bread I’d left to rise, but fortunately it looked okay after 4ish hours on the counter. Oops.
I threw together some hummus and we supped at 9.
Days like this help me feel better about all the time I spend doing nothing. I mean, it’s really easy to forget those productive moments when I’ve been sitting on the couch for 5 hours knitting and listening to audiobooks.
It doesn’t really sound like we did that much today, I suppose, but I generally think it was a good day if I went outside for a little while or helped out somewhere.
Maybe I worry too much about being productive. I’m a weird cross between profoundly lazy and over-achieving. I guess I achieve amazing levels of laziness.
