Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Easter Wrap

So much for all my bravado about Mother and her untenable situation. She simply said, I am not talking about it today and I went to water. She did not want her day spoilt and as all of her children and partners were together, neither did I. And of course she had got what she wanted, us to pay for the electrical work. It was a terrific, albeit tiring, day.

We set off on Easter Sunday to Sister's. Mother and ABI Brother had stayed the night before and were to stay that night too. Tradie Brother had come across on the Queenscliff ferry, so we had the full complement of Mother's children and their partners, that is R and Bone Doctor. Before lunch we walked down to the beach and Tradie Brother threw a ball into the sea and his beloved dog retrieved the ball. At one point, the dog failed to note the direction in which the ball was thrown, and a not unattractive male swimmer swam to the ball and threw it back in.  The dog knew how deal with crashing and breaking waves. As was the case this time, he has swum a lot at what are dog on leash beaches. The day before he argued his way out of a fine at his own local beach. He doesn't take his dog to beach to play or on the sand or walk, but to swim. His argument of course, and if he does get fined, tough luck for him.

Sister had driven Mother down to the beach, while the rest of us walked, about three kilometres there and back by a circuitous route. We missed the meeting point with them, and they had gone back home. I have meant to be walking a lot more, building up my stamina for Europe where there will be a lot of walking, and hills, and steps. I don't do hills or steps very well. Hopefully there will lots of 'photo opportunities'.

Sister had cooked a lovely roast lamb lunch. Tradie Brother was being mysteriously keen to get away quickly. He caught the one o'clock ferry home after a hastily eaten meal before we all sat down to lunch.

After lunch we exchanged Easter eggs. We gave our family chocolate Easter eggs, and they gave them to us. Quid pro quo. Why do we bother?

There is a postage stamp local park where Little Jo had hidden Easter eggs. We trooped across to the park, mother with her walker. She didn't do too badly with hunting for eggs and found a few. Like toddlers when they first walk, Mother can be quite fast when using her walker. As team mates, Bone Doctor  and me won, with 16 eggs collected.

Back at the house, Sister suggested a board game of Family Feud. After the Easter cake, I made noises about going home, but we were all dragged into the game and it was quite a hoot. I guess it was a case of you had to be there at the time, but I brought the house down when I responded to the question of 'Fifty people were polled and what gets wet when it rains?' Fish, was my answer. Mother had some pretty good answers at the time. R won the prize of the Little Jo decreed a HOLIDAY IN PARIS.  For two, I asked? No, for his team, not yours Andrew.

As we were saying goodbye, Little Jo blurted out, did you have the family conference? Sister put her finger to her lips to silence her but too late, Mother had picked it up. After we left Mother cross questioned Sister. Mother did have a bit of a point. It was perhaps not the right day to discuss it, but was a rare occasion when we were all together.

Little Jo came home with us and we stopped off in South Melbourne to buy Pizza Hut pizzas and brought them home to eat. R mentioned to Little Jo about going to bed at 8pm. I was waiting for the argument and prepared for a 9pm settlement, but she went to bed and was immediately asleep after being read a couple of pages of a book. She slept until 7am, 11 hours. At 9pm Bone Doctor rang to say goodnight to her, but it was too late. Bone Doctor and I had a long chat, most of which I cannot remember.

Monday morning I woke at 6.30 and as is my habit, I chat for a time on my tablet in bed to Jakol in......god, I have forgotten where he lives. Somewhere in Eastern Europe. (Friend in Japan, remember that I once told you I can be a bit theatrical on my blog) Let's say chatting to Jakol is a euphemism. I made myself coffee and went back to bed and Little Jo was still soundly asleep. She rose at 7 and woke up R. I suspected she would go straight to the computer. I had left her a note on the keyboard, Good Morning Little Jo. I stayed in bed, with Jakol as my friend until 8.30. R had already made pancakes for he and Little Jo with luscious toppings for them for breakfast. I had a slice of dry toast and my medications.

Great nieces!!! We have two new ones, extracted two minutes apart on Good Friday. C'mon on Little Jo. Let us go and see them. They are your..........nieces, and these make number three and four. Hippie Niece replied to a text, wake me if I am asleep in reply to us visiting. Gawd, Tradie Brother and his son Fire Fighting Non Dreaded Nephew and his betrothed Jewish partner were visiting at noon. We'll be there by 10.30 and we pretty well were. Just as we were trying to point the 'fake hotel' on Eastlink, Niece called. How far away are you. I have time for a shower?

We found our way to her hospital room. She took us to see her products. Can't newborns be ugly? Never. They were gorgeous. One had just been fed by expressed milk and the other had not, and was making motions of being hungry. Little Jo was kicked out as she was under twelve and not a sibling and could be full of germs. Given the new new babies, the Easter Bunnies, have full heads of black hair, (bad luck red haired Irish man) and Little Jo's lice issues (to be told in a future post), I can understand the logic. I could see Little Jo was a little upset but I did my best to comfort her as we sat outside, of course nothing like R would comfort her, but R has a new baby in his arms. They seem to be a bit coloured and have their father's wide nose, but as three day olds, they looked pretty good. They still have nasal tubes and monitors connected but Niece will go home tomorrow and they perhaps at the end of the week. What a result!!, when it could have been a disaster.

Back tracking, Sister being the control freak she is suggested a couple of places nearby where we could visit near to the hospital while she came up to Melbourne on the train to see her football team win play.

My mind was scrambled by this time with extreme overload of social interacting. I could no longer think clearly. I did google how far Arthur's Seat chairlift is from Frankston. Too far. I drove for three hours yesterday. I don't want to drive. I am fed up with driving. But drive to Frankston we did, with me at the wheel. Believe me, I had already checked the practicality of catching the train to Frankston and then getting to the hospital.

I was trying to think of somewhere to visit to take Little Jo when the ever wise R came up with an answer, The Cranbourne branch of the Royal Botanical Gardens, aka the Australian Gardens. As we exited the hospital car park, R said, maybe we should go to Frankston Beach. That would be good too, but I argued that he had said the gardens and that is where we were going. We went to the gardens. It was time for lunch. The Latin looking lad who took our order of three ham, cheese and tomato toasted croissants, two coffees and an iced tea for Little Jo smiled widely at me as I ordered. I smiled more widely at him, and then he smiled more widely at me. While he was behind the busy till at that point, he delivered our food and drinks to our table, and he smiled widely to me again, and I smiled widely back to him. It was a nice thing without any subtext. Lordy, when I ordered I had my goofy old man straw hat on........maybe not so bad. I just did my nails at work three days ago. Perfect. I hope he noticed their perfection.

I took many photos of the gardens, but it is very unlikely that you will see any of them before we return from our holiday. We saw the garden pre digital camera just after it opened and we could see good bones. It is now a stunning place to visit. We left at 1pm and the Easter traffic was heavy coming home. Did I mention how I hate driving.?

Lordy, the child is hungry. We can't have Little Jo reporting to Sister that we left her hungry  R divided leftover lasagne between me and Little Jo and toasted a hot cross bun for himself. Something like a Chock Wedge for us came out from the freezer. R had prepared for Little Jo's visit.

Little Jo wrote a thank you card to Mother's best friend for the Easter gift of $30 and she and R had a swim in the pool. They then made Honey Joys, which I have never tried and they are nice.

Sister arrived back from the football after leaving in disgust at half time. While I was out of earshot, she asked R if it would alright if they stayed one night while we were away as they had tickets to see Petula Clark in concert. Still smarting about us not being welcome when we set off in our campervan last year, he replied, is that a good idea? Why do you want to stay here? You always complain about staying here. Sister went bright red and no more was said.

I noticed nothing and they were fine when they said goodbye, with a nice bon voyage. I drove Sister to So Cross Station and of course Sister had forgotten Little Jo's MYKI card, so I had to give her our Little Jo card.

Peace in our time. I am now in a mad panic about our holiday as I am working every day from now until we depart.

Walking back from the beach. Tacky.



The key ingredient of Honey Joys is corn flakes. I said to her, look at this jumbo packet of corn flakes. See the black mark through the bird's beak? That was the level of corn flakes when I opened the packet. Yes, per 100g is was cheap, but how much do contents settle? By one third, it seems. She wanted me to make a video for The Checkout. She spent the next hour watching The Checkout videos online.


Little Jo was here a week ago for a short visit, but I was at work. I returned home to find my computer had been changed. She asked me what the next public holiday will be. My screen is now littered with red poppies for Anzac Day.


The sea seemed quite calm on the Bellarine, but big waves were breaking.



Spot the dog's head.





It was a nice Easter Sunday and Monday, but so tiring.

20 comments:

  1. It sounds absolutely exhausting. Lovely, but I suspect I would have had to retire to bed.
    I am so glad that the hippy neice's babies are beautiful - and unsurprised.
    How long before you leave? It can't be long now.

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    1. EC, yet as tired as I was, I did not sleep well. We leave Sunday.

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  2. Such a lot of news in one post. Clearing the files before you leave? Not that I mind, I enjoyed reading it all. Good to know that Niece and the babies are well.
    The walk to the beach and back sounds just about right for me, 3kms. I used to do that with ease, now I can still do it, but slower.

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    1. River, I am trying to clear some things. I thought the post would be too long for people's attention spans. Thanks for getting through it. It took three nights to write and wasn't meant to be published until Thursday morning. The walk was a bit uphill over a sand dune at one point, but I will never let the super fit Bone Doctor have one over me in that I can't walk. Older people slow down with their walking but so important that they continue to walk.

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  3. Andrew it was a busy day

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    1. Gosia, we must seize the moment for good times.

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  4. Wow, I would need a week of solitude to recover from that much social interaction all at once. Happy news about the newbies. Lots of people seem to be having babies right now.

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    1. Jennifer, yes, such socialising does make me tired, but also I feel I have contributed something.

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  5. Boy, oh,boy! You sure did have a busy, but wonderful Easter.

    New bubs and all. That's just terrific! :)

    And lots and lots of chocolate...tops it all off in the best way! :)

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    1. Lee,yes, we have lots of chocolate. Mostly good quality this year. It will take a while to get through it.

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  6. Busy time you have had. Could walk 3 klms these days, but then I expect I might do some days when looking after the little ones.
    So it wasn't the right day to talk about your mother's future - fair enough. My mother used to always say, 'we'll talk about that later', later came she said the same, and I said 'later is now'.
    Poor Little Jo, always feel sorry about situations in hospital like that one she was placed in.
    Laughed at what R said to your sister - serves her right when you were not made welcome on your visit with R.

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    1. Margaret, yes, later will be now, at some point after we return from holidays.

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  7. I will be ready when you return. I will take the brick I intend to hit my mother with and break it half and share it with you.

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    1. JT, what a fine idea. Red or cream? Not a bessa brick.

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  8. Wow what a busy day I just slept as much as possible at easter but sleep has been lacking a bit lately.
    Merle...........

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    1. Merle, yes you have been busy of late. I hope you caught up with rest.

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  9. Crikey ....... you'll sure need a holiday after that busy Easter, aye?? Mum wants to know if you got to smell the babies' heads. I know ...... she's weird ...... BUT she thinks baby's heads smell soooooooo good. She also likes the smell of my farts so what would she know. I can clear a room!!
    Hope you have a great holiday!!!!!! Oh and if you think that deer is tacky you should see my Aunty Sparkle's house. She lives in a very salubrious part of Sydney and has a beautiful garden but she has a life sized statue of a black and white COW in it. Now that's tacky.

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    1. Charlie, did I read about babies heads smelling good elsewhere? I forgot at the time to sniff. Charlie, how easy would it to be for you to take a run at the cow and knock it over, and knowing how hilly the nice parts of Sydney can be, perhaps it will slide down a hill disappear.

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  10. Awww! Two new sweet newborns in the family, how wonderful! What is it about babies that make most people go all soppy ☺ hope they do get to go home soon. I see you took a pic of the dogs head in the water.. what about the not unattractive man who rescued the ball??

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  11. Sounds like a grand time, your easter. With family. Say, I loved that R got back at Sister over the campervan trip shun. Made my day to read that. Good for him!

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