There is a certain freedom associated with having the house all to one’s own. The dishes can pile, no time is wasted on deciding whose turn it is to cook or which program to watch on TV, and, most importantly, I get to chose exactly what it is I will do for the day.
The flip side to this freedom is that there are some things that are a little bit more fun/doable when shared with other people.
Take eating, for instance.
Especially having lunch around a dining table that can seat 14. Here, eating by myself is more of a utilitarian chore than something enjoyable.
But sharing lunch with a class of 5th graders from my local Nubeena primary school visiting Windgrove this past week, this truly is high energy and a buzz of excitement. Instead of an alone adult filling the house with grumpy, crotchety negativity, a passel of bubbling and inquisitive eleven and twelve year olds certainly will brighten up the pine cladding and rid the air of bad energy better than any imported organic incense sticks.
And then there is the tennis court.
Who wants to sit all alone on a windless, sunny day looking out across a tennis court empty of people? Certainly, this is one void that needs filling.
However, most people — unlike lazy studio artists — work during week days behind walls in structured, time obedient, butt enlarging conditions and just aren’t legally allowed to play with me when the weather is the most gorgeous on a Wednesday.
My answer? Let me introduce you to my new mechanical friend “Lorne”, named after a certain Tasmanian/Canadian buddy who I hope will occasionally find the time to replace the impersonator and give me a real hit of tennis on some fine Saturday/Sunday.
For a quick, three second look at how Lorne and I play together, have a look at this:
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