nothing doing

ah, friday. friday like it hasn't been in a month of fridays. in many months of fridays.

today's friday has been very leisurely, very relaxing. even the dark overcast sky agrees with me. no stressful glaring rays from the reprimanding sun. no hurried schedules to rush off to, no deadlines to meet. na dah. nothing that i want to be doing today and can't wait until next monday, anyway.

it has been so long since i stop that i think i am a little rusty at that. stopping to smell the flowers and feel the breeze, take in a good book and not just skim the words, rushing to get to the end. not exactly rocket science stuff but it is amongst one of the hardest thing to do.

i started the day, after driving for an hour to send the kids off to school, with breakfast at my favourite haunt. no, not coffee bean. that over-commercialised place is for quick afternoon romps when i neither have the luxury of time nor mood. whilst it sells itself as the place to let your hair down, to stop and smell the coffee, it is superficial at best and a little too much like other coffee-places to bring comfort; almost like churning out identical factory moulds of coffee places. ching chang, chug-a-chug.....poof! another xerox copy of the place for you to relax. chillingly eerie. like you are in an alternative reality world. you turn the corner and you see another one that looks like the one you just had tea in. strange. wait! there's another one!! are these things stalking me?!

anyway, this little one that i always like to sneak off to and hide for a little while is cosy beyond words. i love their little library of travel books and light readings, all carefully cover-wrapped with love. i wish all my books at home are like that, but i will need a book-fairy to execute that for me with a little wave of her wand, and a little shake of her bum, because there is no way i am spending hours after hours doing that. as i chose a book and stepped on the little foot-ladder to take it off the shelf, i feel like i am intruding into someone else's library, complete with a fireplace in the corner, albeit fake. apparently, i am getting a warm glow from breaking and entering, trespassing and 'borrowing' people's books.

coupled with an egg, turkey ham muffin and a cup of warm tea, my morning was perfect.

one hour later, however, i was restless. i was ready to close my book, go and face my day. a part of me wanted to stay, to hide some more, but another part of me wanted a change of scene. looks like i still haven't perfected the technique of 'doing nothing'. i am going to need more practice.