I think the original line was Food, Food, Glorious Food. Was Mud, Mud from a Monty Python work? So apt if it is marking the death of Terry Jones.
River sent a huge amount of dust across to us last night (thanks for that hon) and it combined with rain that in the dark we thought was marvellous. Not so marvellous when I stepped onto the balcony in the half light of dawn and noticed a strange colour on the surface. I didn't think much about it and went back to sleep. Later I woke to hear on the radio about our muddy rain overnight. What a mess, not just on our balcony, which I spent half an hour cleaning today and the glass is still filthy, but all over the city is mud. Some cars look like they have been in outback Australia. Car wash business owners were out dancing on the street. Today when we were out we couldn't sit on any kind of permanent outdoor public seating as it is all filthy. Everything is so dirty. I hate it. Only clean rain will clear the filth away from everything.
I was hoping to keep this post a bit on the light side, but how can I when three US Americans have been killed in a plane crash while fighting fires in New South Wales. So very sad. Canberra Airport was shut down as it was threatened by fire. A Queanbeyan dump caught fire with toxic black smoke rising into the atmosphere. Also Prime Minister Morrison's father died a couple of days ago, so I won't get stuck into him in this post.
This morning ABI Brother called and cancelled our normal visit to Mother. They had no power, scheduled maintenance, and Mother was so terribly unwell. We were kind of relieved. R's back has gone bad. But we will have to take her out for a Sunday drive instead. She has been working up to this for a while.
We had a great visit from Jo on Tuesday, she and R cooking pizzas and salad for dinner for Jo, her mothers and us of course. We caught the 67 tram to Elwood and then walked along a couple of streets to St Kilda Botanical Gardens where I had been a couple of weeks ago. We showed her the ill proportioned rotunda where a family photo was taken in the 1990s, and then Rain Man. I pointed out to her the old furnace and chimney that used to heat a glass house, and the home of the late artist Albert Tucker, before lunching at 95 in Acland Street, once run by hipsters and now run by Indian and Asians. Still good, but perve factor lower.
It was a pleasant outing with Jo. The change in her since the scout jamboree is remarkable. We then shopped for pizza ingredients and Jo bought cakes for dessert. Jo is super clever, talented with singing and dancing and is learning fast about relating to people and not challenge them with rehearsed statements. Not bad at all for 12 and half year old.
Christmas Day 2018 at Oldest Niece's Fire Fighting Nephew's wife said to me behind her hand, and he wants me to have one of them! as the children were running riot in the backyard under a water sprinkler thingie.
I missed the call but in order of family seniority, Fire Fighting Nephew called each family member on the same day as above, starting with Mother, to inform us that his wife is pregnant. Wow! He called Sister as we were eating. Another great nephew or niece, as if we don't have enough. I am not sure how his professional high flying wife will deal with a baby. Time will tell. This will be great nephew/niece number six. Surely one of them will push we old old aunties around in wheelchairs. Fire Fighting Nephew will be a great father.
Look at the filth.
Strange tree. Anyone know it?
Thank goodness for that. The gladdy stem was sitting horizontally and blocking my view of the tv.
The ceiling of the strangely proportioned rotunda shown in a former post. I could have lain on the floor and captured the whole ceiling, but why should I.