Thirsty Thursday: Take me back to the little cabin of joy
Sarah McCarthy’s Thirsty Thursday column is brought to you each week thanks to Invercargill-based law firm Mee & Henry Law.
Sarah McCarthy’s Thirsty Thursday column is brought to you each week thanks to Invercargill-based law firm Mee & Henry Law
THIRSTY THURSDAY 51
The holidays are over and my house is so quiet and tidy after the action-packed couple of weeks of Easter and birthdays and day trips. Although I still haven’t managed to get into the plastics cupboard even though I know it will only take ten minutes to sort. My every waking moment is consumed by the thought of the mismatched lids and lidless empty containers poised to fall all over the dog-biscuity floor every time I open the door. I don’t know if it’s just because we buy a great deal of Thai food, but I have teetering stacks of takeaway containers and other too-good-to-biff containers that will be there long after we’re all gone.
I don’t know if it’s the weather changing (finally, it was getting creepy) and the end of the holidays and nothing much to look forward to for the next wee while but I feel a bit blue.
The small one was in bed sobbing on Sunday night and I can’t say I blame him, it was a magical couple of weeks and seemed to go on forever.
We’re such lucky ducks we got to spend a few days out of town up the road in Queenstown.
Everyone came, the boys and the dog, and we found a lovely little cabin where we could all stay - Tiger was even gifted a little treat pack containing a poo bag and some treats.
I took the boys to Fear Factory the afternoon we arrived, having listened to the small one tell me how brave he was the whole way up. For those not in the know, it’s a kind of flash haunted house, and is super fun, scary but not terrifying, although it was too much for the small one and we had to chicken out, much to the disgust of his big brother.
The next day we had a lazy start and went in to town for a late brunch. The small one got an eye-wateringly expensive chicken burger, asked for anything flavoursome or green to be taken off it and then only ate the chips.
Then it was Mr mr’s turn to take the boys up the hill to the Luge while I stayed in town with the dog, and I’m not thick so I took myself, Tiger and my Kindle to a little bar on the waterfront and had a beer and let the dog meet everyone getting on or getting off the Earnslaw and eat leftover chicken burger for a few hours. One man gave Tiger hearty pats and I was all smiles until his friend said, “Bit early for a beer, isn’t it?”, despite the two men sitting at a table in front of me also having a beer. I had another. Then I met two lovely women who had just been skydiving to celebrate a 60th birthday and we sat and yarned the afternoon away, looking after each other’s things when we went to order another drink or go to the loo or to take Tiger for a wee.
It was so lovely and random, and I found myself remembering when all of my weekends were like that, being judged by random men and meeting interesting strangers and not having much to worry about. I’d say it did me the world of good but here I am, struggling to get the slightest amount of anything done and wishing myself back in that little cabin with what felt like a whole world outside the window.
And no plastic cupboard haunting my dreams.
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