It's been a good weekend, not enormously productive but good nonetheless. Saturday I bummed about at the lab, and called Jules to ask if he wanted to do anything as we were both without major plans for the weekend. In the afternoon I napped, and upon awakening from my slumber Jules phoned back and I headed down to Phillip to see what we could get up to.
We watched "Return of the Jedi" (at my request) and then a few episodes of "Pinky and The Brain" which was quite cool… ("Brainstem! Brainstem!"). I crashed on the fold-out futon and slept well apart from my need to have a drink. Because my nose blocks up when I sleep I breath through my mouth, and hence a dry mouth. Cause and effect is a wonderful invention.
Anyway, after getting up late we headed over to Woden Mall to window shop and so on. Anyway, we were in the depths of Big W when I saw a pair of dumped shoes, they looked nice so I looked at the size… size 11!?! The existence of one pair of shoes in my size is not only a remarkable fact in its own right, but creates the possibility that there may be others like them. I hauled Jules into the women's shoe section and yes indeed, hunch proved, another pair of 11's. Naturally I figured I had been transposed into an alternate dimension, since a chain store like Big W seemingly never stocks shoes of that size, but I squeezed further blood out of my stone-like credit card to buy them. It may seem like I'm making a big deal out of this, but you try buying women's size 11's in a place like Canberra…
So, we mall-trawled further without turning up anything particularly significant, and I had to go at 2 pm, so I thanked Jules and caught the bus to Civic, a quick change of clothes later and then in to meet Peta B for coffee. We chatted and a had a nice, quiet time and then more window-shopping before I came home for a badly needed nap. Then some quick food shopping with my loose change (hadn't been paid remember) and then phoned home.
And that teacher is what I did on my weekend…
As for the "virtual" weekend of what I thought and felt, well nothing enormously exciting. The bathroom mirror at S&J's house offered a new perspective from the mirrors I'm usually accustomed to, and I saw a strong, young woman smiling back at me. I guess I can't ask for much more than that.