Week 31 at Chez Stutters

There was no more Tour de France but there was the Commonwealth Games to watch! On Monday night my choir director announced his pending retirement from choral music, which is sad, although not unexpected as he's at least 84, and entirely deaf in one ear.  Given the repetoire he's given us for the August concert, I think he's announced it now to give us the impetus to practice really hard.  (Which it kind of did, in that I really really meant to practice this past week.)

I honestly can't remember anything of great interest happening between Tuesday and Thursday, which doesn't mean that it didn't, just that I can't remember it.  On Friday night we went straight from me finishing work at 6pm to the 6.30pm preview screening of Guardians of the Galaxy which was spectacularly awesome.  Would watch again, absolutely.

Saturday was the Farmers Market in the morning, and in the evening we had some friends over for takeaway and Trivial Pursuit (fabulous fun).  Sunday was church for me, then back to the movies for a $10 session of Sunshine on Leith, which I really enjoyed.  Definition of a toe-tapper, and beautifully shot.  Spike from Press Gang (Dexter Fletcher) grew up into an awesome director.

Fish for dinner, which drove the feline population just a tad nutty.  Poor darlings.  They couldn't work out why we kept evicting them from the dining room table.

Week 30 at Chez Stutters (and Catterday)

Unusually, I was ready to print out my my Project Life photos for the previous *on Monday*, which is my general goal, but rarely ever met.  But it's indicative of this week that my problem wasn't sorting *through* photos, but picking up photos from random places on the internet (well, not actually random: I knew I wanted things about La Course and the Commonwealth Games and Lior) to supplement not many photos at all.

It was a mostly non-eventful week in Chez-Stutters-land.  Work (for me) sucked, which meant a lot of nights of coming home, whinging, crocheting poppies and baby blankets, patting the cats and watching the Tour de France.

On Friday night we went from my work out for dinner and then to a Lior concert.  The support act was Domini Forster, who was incredibly awesome.  Not that Lior wasn't, because he was.  His very first song I thought would be brilliant for use in worship, and that was well before he sang Avinu Malekeinu and told us about the recording of "Compassion" with Nigel Westlake.

Photo not taken by me: The Cube staff with Lior, Domini Forster, and Phoebe who supports Domini.

The rest of the weekend was very blah.  Chores, cleaning, Tour-watching, laying around watching the cats, etc. 

It was *so* blah that I forgot to write my Catterday post.

So here you go, two for the price of one.

It's another edition of who's the king of the castle.  The boys have gotten more used to the cat tree/cat gym in the last couple weeks, to the point that there are now spirited arguments as to who gets to sleep up the top.  The top, by the way, is the only decent part of it: none of the rest seems to count at all.

I couldn't believe how beautifully they posed for this photo!

Week 29 (I know) at Chez Stutters

So, I muddled up the week numbers again.

This week just past is week 29, no matter what I said last week.

It was the week that Term Three commenced for the GF. The second week of the Tour de France, which means I stay up watching Tour as long as I can every night.  The week I began making poppies.

The umbrella tree appeared; a friend of Shell's opened her Curiousity Shop, we bought me a new Pandora charm, and we finished watching season five of Parks and Recreation.

On Sunday we went on an adventure: We went to Myrtleford in order to have lunch at the Butter Factory, only to discover that they no longer do lunches.  So we went to Cafe Fez, about which I have heard mixed reports (generally at the extremes) but which we loved.  Then off to Gapsted Wines, which was the other reason for our visit to Myrtleford.  We tasted a few, bought five, and then headed back home to the kittyboys.

Oh, and it was also the week when the leaking tap began to leak ridiculously, and we spent the week trying to organise a plumber.

Week 27 at Chez Stutters

This last week both of us have been on holidays: I got in early at work and demanded annual leave during school holidays, and I got it. We'd initially been planning to go to Canberra for a few days (in July, I know!) but the costs associated with the dishwasher and the heater put paid to that idea.  Instead we essentially had a staycation.

It also meant that we could move up getting our cats by a week, and I am so glad we did that. As you may have noticed from photos and Facebook comments and Catterday posts, we love and adore our new kitties: Bishop Bion and Bard. A great deal of time this week has been devoted to getting to know them and spoiling them rotten. 

Elseweek, we went to two movies (How to Train Your Dragon 2 on Tuesday, and Jersey Boys on Friday), introduced various people to the cats, had one teenage boy over to play Xbox to get him out of his mother's hair, and went to Wangaratta to buy an exercise bike that we haven't yet assembled. That may be tonight's job. 

I did lots of crochet (finished another UFO) and Project Life, and then there was the Weekend. 

On Saturday, we took a group of 45 school kids to Melbourne for OzComicCon. Country school kids. Some of whom had never been to anything even remotely similar, and certainly not something with the volume of crowds of an OzComicCon that included a Dr Who companion (Arthur Darville), an X-Man (Shawn Ashmore), MacGyver, Freddy Kruger, and a Veronica Mars star (Jason Dohring) among the guests. Some of them were a little overwhelmed. Some of them coped fine, and we had to break up sword fights on the bus on the way home. I got to chat to Aaron Ashmore from Warehouse 13 and get Darville's autograph, and took advantage of Madman's lower Con prices to buy up three more volumes of Ooku, a Tiptree-winning Manga that I bought the first four volumes of at Supanova back in April. 

On Sunday, thanks to the good offices of Jaime Schmidt, I had been informed that the Craft Alive fair was on in Wodonga, and I managed to convince M to go with me.  I honestly didn't buy that much: just three paper pads, 14 rolls of washi tape, some brads, and two ink pads.

Finally, the Tour began on Saturday evening, and even without Cadel Evans riding, and with Simon Gerrans nasty crash on the first stage, I'm really enjoying it.  I've watched a good stretch of both stages so far, although with going back to work today, who knows how I'll go hereafter.  I must remember to put in for the day after the final stage off work, however.

And that's been our (very full, apparently) week.