Our spare room bed that is.
There is a little updating to be done. I can't remember if I told you that Hippie Niece went into confinement at 24 weeks, as her twins within are large and ready to come. She is now at 26 weeks and the hospital won't even allow her to walk any further than from her hospital bed to he en suite bathroom. Otherwise, she must be pushed around in a chair. The doctors are desperately trying delay premature births. The longer the delay, the better.
It must be hard to be in hospital for so long. It is also a difficult location for much of her family to visit. We catch the train to Heidelberg Station, which while it takes a while to go into town and then catch the train, it is less stressful than driving to an area we don't know, getting caught in traffic jams and in the unlikely event we can find free parking, have to pay $8 parking to see Niece for an hour. So far, we have always managed to find an expensive and naughty treat to take her.
I wonder how she will go, coping with twins. I mentioned this to one of our Brother Friends. He reminded me that his mother, who I killed with my boiled fruit cake, (true, she came to our place for afternoon tea. I had made a boiled fruit cake and she ate some and said it was very nice. The next day she had a stroke and died). Right, I can't recover the grammar. Their mother lived on a farm with no electricity, no running water and had five children under seven years old. Pretty valid point. Times have changed, but if it comes down the crunch, you do what you have to do.
I noticed on Facebook that Niece thanked Sister for coming to visit her by train from Geelong. When we saw Sister last Sunday at Great Niece's first birthday, she said she would visit on the following Friday. I didn't know it would combined with an errand, to get travel visas for China for their forthcoming holiday, at the Chinese Embassy in Toorak Road, once the home of the famous or infamous Frank Thring. He must turn in his grave to know what his grand but now demolished home and land has become, complete with constant crank Falun Gong protesters outside.
I was at work and once home for lunch, I listened to a message Sister had left on the answer machine, probably directed at R. It took less time at the Chinese Embassy than I thought. Are you home for coffee? I might go into town or maybe you want to come and see Niece? It was Friday, so R was doing his volunteer job. Weirdly when he had a pick up of a regular at the former Chevron Hotel, now converted to apartments, he saw Sister on the street nearby. What was she doing down there? I asked R if I should mention it, and he said no.
I was up early this morning and work today, Sunday, and it was horrendous. Hippy Niece's dad, Tradie Brother sms'd me a photo of Father's grave plaque. TB must me visiting Step Mother in the north of Victoria and gone to pay his respects. Great idea Bro, go to where there are successive days of 40 degrees and it is stinking hot. I remember asking Step Mother why Father is buried in Nathalia, but I don't have a clear understanding. He never lived there and as far as I know, he had no connection to the town. Perhaps he just liked it. Tradie Brother idolises his father. I knew Father for much longer and better. I do not idolise him. He was extremely clever in practical and theoretical ways, far smarter than I am, and I did not dislike him. He was an ok father. But........who knows. One day I will try to analyse my relationship with my father. I really don't care much.
Well, this really went off on a tangent. I was going to tell you about a weekend with the person occupying our spare room bed, a friend from the country. Manana.