Saturdays

On an ordinary Saturday morning, we’d sleep in a little bit, have a leisurely breakfast, and drive over to Kiddo’s. We’d get Milo, and together with Oreo, go for a walk towards the Kambah playing fields, which are just across the Drakeford Drive from the Kambah shopping village. It’s a gorgeous little spot and on sunny mornings, it’s brilliant for the dogs to run around. This past weekend included such an “ordinary” Saturday morning.

After the longish walk with the doggies, we went home to clean up and then go out for a spot of lunch and grocery shopping. We’d come to like the ramen shop in Woden – a place Kiddo and Mic first brought us to, a couple of years ago (I think). It’s just behind the Woden library and I had to return the book I had finished a couple of weeks earlier, so it was all really lined up conveniently. That book was Benjamin Netanyahu’s autobiography, titled “Bibi”. I also picked up Nikki Gemmell’s “Wing”, as I’m about to finish Ayaan Hirsi Ali’s “Prey”, which is a disturbing book about immigration sans integration and the religious-cultural reasons behind that. Woden library has provided me with many good night’s reads in recent months. Going to that library has been part of an ordinary Saturday morning.

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After Woden, we got back, Tress did some vacuuming while I prepped some pumpkin and sweet potato for a soup and titbits for the kiddos and did a quick mowing of the lawn, that has grown quickly with recent rains and emerging sunlit days. With the house cleaned and tidied and the soups and roasted veges done, we headed to Kiddo’s and spent time with that budding family. It’s what we have come to enjoy (very much) on an ordinary Saturday evening.

As the kids fed on the soups and other stuff, and we then played with them, I saw again, those happy and fulfilled faces. Faces of people that matter most to me in this life. People who made me leave Melbourne (and all its footy foolishness and fun), a city I had come to enjoy a love hate relationship with. People who made this bush capital an endearing love hate prospect. People who make my Saturdays ordinary and extraordinary.