It's been a strange this Tuesday. Instead of just going out for brunch at about 11 I was in the motor on my way for an ultrasound. All good. Baby has a head, two legs and two arms. Having only had my morning cereal, I was very hungry by the end of the test. Although the test was in the salubrious suburb of Brighton, the ultrasound was bulk billed to Medicare and cost me nothing.
Once home, R was having an early afternoon nap. There was some left over curry and rice in the fridge, so that fixed my hunger problem. But I hadn't had my cup of proper coffee out. I caught a tram to Prahran and fixed that and replenished my supply of Imperial mandarins.
Expected at 3, Sister's wife Bone Doctor called somewhat earlier and had her number blocked, so I didn't answer. She wanted our car moved forward in the carpark so she could park. After I heard the message I woke R before I went down to move the car forward so she could park behind us.
Bone Doctor was taking Jo to something called Six. It is a performance about the wives of Henry the 8th with an all female cast. Jo's knowledge of the kings and queens of England is superior to mine.
We chatted for a while and Bone Doctor went out for a long walk. Jo seems to passing the teenage non communicative stage and was pleasant to be with. Unbelievably she is about to turn 15. How did that happen? She had heavily applied mascara and eyeliner but no other makeup. Her earrings were dangling playing cards. She has a very interesting sense of style, not copying the girls of her age really. Oh Lordy. What age can teens get tattoos? I hope not. R and I always argue over the amount of money we give as gifts to children if a physical present can't be decided. I tried to limit it to $20. He would say $50. Eventually I gave up and the standard is now $50. R told me we were giving Jo $100 for her birthday. She is grown up, he argued. I replied, you can't bribe kids for friendliness with money. Guess what? You can. She was over the moon and so appreciative. She recently bought a dress with a loan of $60 from Bone Doctor but she can't have the dress until she pays the debt. Now she can and have change. Sister, a senior teacher, and Bone Doctor are not poor but I am pleased they don't directly financially spoil Jo.
An early dinner for us four across the road at 5.30. Delicious steak, chips and salad plus a wine or beer for $25. R and Jo had mac and cheese, Bone Doctor and myself the steak.
But I need to take my medications at 6.30, half an hour before dinner at 7. I needed a calculator to work out the time to take my medication and then thought, ah well. I can take it an hour after. I set my alarm once home for 7.30, but when I went to take my meds, they weren't there. I must have taken them half an hour before but I have no memory of doing so.
Our late friend Dame M used to always put glitter powder in greeting cards. It would go everywhere. She said it is nice reminder next morning of your celebration. After she died we began the tradition with greeting cards, instead using these foil stars and other glittery shapes. It backfired today when the stars etc ended up on our floor after Jo threw them into the air.
The day was nice, different but ok. Normal routines resumed tomorrow, along with vacuuming up foil bits.