Living by myself is really giving me impetus to get out of the house and go and socialise and do stuff. It's great! Last night was the first night since I moved into my house that I haven't gone out, and that's only because I had friends around instead. It's all too easy when you're living with other people to just stay at home and watch T.V. with your housemates and think that you're socialising, but you're not.
This has been a really good weekend, the fullest weekend I've had in ages. Yesterday there was the SAIL birthday (the organisation I volunteer with every Saturday morning, with the Sudanese kids). All the kids and families and volunteers from all six SAIL centres around Melbourne converged on the
Myer Music Bowl for a couple of hours of sunshine and singing and dancing and general frivolity. While there I realised that this whim I had about 9 months ago to give up my Saturday mornings and start volunteering with SAIL is the snigle best decision I've made in quite some time: I've met a bunch of lovely people, both kids and volunteers, and I'm regularly reminded that they truly value my efforts every Saturday even though it seems to me that all I'm doing is playing soccer with a couple of little boys every week, and it really feels as though I've lucked into a tight-knit community and I really cherish it.
Also yesterday, last night, I hosted a dinner party for some friends who helped me move house. It was the first real test of the kitchen in my new house and it performed admirably! I made slow-cooked beef stew, mashed potatoes with rosemary from the large bush in the garden, and spinach and leeks. I bought most of the ingredients from the farmer's market yesterday morning. Oh, have I mentioned that the farmers market, which I've been going to regularly for the last year and a half, is only a seven minute bike-ride from my new house? Anyway the dinner party went well, it was good company and good alcohol and (if I say so myself) good food.
Today I went to hear
Joe Bageant talk at a free event at the Melbourne Writer's Festival, then straight after that I went to the monthly Women of Letters event, in which five local female luminaries read letters they've written to a particular theme - this month, "A letter to my 12-year-old self". The event's only been going for five months but it's already built up a loyal following, and going there is always a social event as much as a literary one. (By the way, Women of Letters is travelling up to Sydney next month - all you Sydney folks should look into it!). After Women of Letters there was just enough time to go home and feed my cat before heading out to a nearby pub to catch up with some friends. The pub has a fantastic range of beers - I managed to spot a bottle of a discontinued local stout which was about 12 months old in one of their fridges - and also just happens to be run by a woman who used to be my next-door-neighbour. I'd been meaning to go to the pub for years but it was a little out of the way from where I used to live - but now it's only a five-minute bike ride from my new house.
Now it's 11:00 o'clock on Sunday night and I have a whole shitload of washing up to do.