Since we don’t live by politix alone (I sincerely hope), what did people get up to this weekend? Join in, share some tales, regulars and lurkers all!
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Everyone:
Palm Sunday [Passion Sunday] followed by St Patrick’s Day on Monday - sounds like an “Unlazy Sunday”.
We had a family picnic at the Botanical Gardens - that’s the Melbourne one, I should say. Given that Albert Park is what, two suburbs? away, the Grand Prix cars were LOUD. I should mention that we can hear them from our local park in Yarraville as well, which is many suburbs away. Like a hive of angry wasps.
The screaming fighter jets flying overhead were even louder, though the glimpse of an aerobatic roll we saw was dramatic.
The Botanical was lovely tho.
After the races were over Kiss started up and we could even pretty much make out the drum beat and fills. How deaf was that audience afterward????
Wopke early Saturday, finshed reading Bushman book on Puritans and Yankees. Chexcked e-mails, news, LP. Spent most of day note-taking from articles by Bernard Bailyn and Pauline Maier - the usual American Revolution stuff. Watched TV Saturday night, The Bill etc.Sunday morning watched Meet the Press, Gillard charming Laurie Oakes while Oakes tried to maqke a nuisance of himself with an anti-union beat up on 9 (Where else?) then Insiders on ABC. On LP for a while. In the late morning/afternoon did some more note-taking from Maier article. LP. Finally signed up with Facebook. Took a while but I think I got the hang of it. For some reason hip arthritis was very bad so DVDs are now overdue. W ill get Homecare to take them back this afternoon. Too far to walk when I’m like this. Sunday night watched ABC, then LP, Facebook, etc., to bed.
Saw My Left Foot amidst general pottering about. Pretty astonishing stuff from Day-Lewis and an interesting contrast to his latest Oscar winning performance.
I hosted a party for my 7-year-old’s birthday. And overcatered — again. We didn’t have an invasion by drunken yobbos a la Corey, but there was a moment when we adults looked up and realised that every child in the back yard was holding a weapon (cricket bat/stump etc) and looking menacing. Order was swiftly restored! Hit foods with the under-8s were cocktail frankfurts and watermelon. FYI the whopper cake cost $45 and was from the local bakery (turned out the baker’s son was one of the guests, too).
Took my lovely lady up to Bendigo where she’s working for the next 3 months. Boo hoo.
Boy howdy that town is dry. I spose not compared with lots of spots, but it’s a tad depressing seeing everyone’s fruit trees dying.
Saturday, I went from the depths of despair to the feverish heights of excitement when the Eels came back from 20-0 to beat the Canterbury Bankstown Chokedogs, 28-20.
Sunday morn found myself rolling in the swell in Broken Bay between Barrenjoey Point and Lion Island. The fish weren’t biting at spot and, after I had inadvertently added to the berley trial, we moved to calmer waters. Where the fish we still not biting. Eventually we found a spot where a few flatheads were hungry. A small bag of three but better that nothing.
Obviously fish and chips was on the menu last night.
Watched “Stone” with one of the neighbours. We started out watching “Rear Window” but it was just too slow. He regaled us with tales of going to the Easter bike races at Bathurst including some details of the infamous riot there.
Sunday nursed mexican beer induced hangover and washed the spiders off the house, picked up some 2nd hand plastic plumbing pipes at the recycler and bodgily repaired the storm water drain at the front destroyed by tree roots. Office worker hands now sporting fresh blisters as the operation required mucho digging senor.
“inadvertently added to the berley trail”
Heh. As wayward teens, a mate and I caught the two biggest skipjack trevally I’ve ever seen outside of a magazine or fishmonger. This was a minute or so after he chundered up a storm off the side of the wharf in Fisherman’s Harbour in Freo. Coincidence?
Well, yes, but a good story still.
“washed the spiders off the house”
Whyfore you go hurting our allies in the War Against Cockroachism?
I had a happy moment on Saturday morning - hungover and sweaty in bed, having just lost a game of scissors paper rock with the lady friend to see who gets to shoo the big blowfly out of the room. Steeling myself for the temple-throbbing onslaught of having to move across the room, I notice a change in the buzzing. Intermittent, choked, increasingly desperate. Then nothing.
Thank you Badumna insignis. Thank you baby Jeebus.
FDB wrote:
Eh, up here in Armidale the spiders have won their eternal battle against the cockroaches and are now focused on bigger, fleshier prey. I reckon if you piled the spiders up, they would approach the same biological mass as the human occupants. When the odds start looking like that, it’s time to grab the truck wash and the hose. Besides which, it meant I got out of changing poo-poo nappy for a few hours, although in a nice piece of karmic retribution, the baby decided that it was time for her first aqua-turd in the bath, which was much, much worse.
“…for her first aqua-turd in the bath…”
Agua-turd? Agua-turd? Ha! I speet on your feelthy agua-turd, gringo.
No man has truly laugh in the devil’s face ’til he catch one with hees bare hands and leeve to tell the tale.
*Spits cheroot into dust, woo-ee-oo-ee-oooooos on harmonica, clangs bass chime*
Guy [4]:
You lucky devil. “My Left Foot” is one of the few remaining must-see-before-I-die films [too busy to chase it up for the next few months though
].
VSU here to stay. Or is it?
Cheers for the New Farm Park photo btw - one of my favourite places in Brizvegas.