i have been thrown into the guts of fulltime work. 9-5 .. with half an hour for lunch. most days i sit out on the grass with a takeaway cup of soup and a bit of yummy toasted turkish bread. there are magpies out on the grass, one who pretends to be all the other birds in the neighbourhood. she sings and sings, just to me, to show me how clever she is to be able to sound like a kookaburra or a mudlark. i am so impressed that i give her some of my bread. for those moments my head is still, content.. what more could i ask for?
but when its not lunch time, my head is full, overflowing with bits and pieces... so much that i hardly even see the people that walk through the door to look at the art. it's good, i am learning so much about how a gallery works, what makes it tick. maybe even some secrets.
i don't know why people work full time though. it consumes your life. when i try to sleep, i am thinking of tomorrow. when i am driving i am thinking of all the things i have forgotten. and now, on the weekend when its sunny and theres time for the beach i am thinking of monday and who i need to call.

so, i will go to the markets and stock up for the week ahead and look forward to seeing my magpie friend.