And Tuesday comes and goes/Just like any late night bus
I don't know about you, but here is what I have been doing this week
Enjoying my new “ice-cold” handcream (which is nicer than cold-hand ice-cream)
Thanks to my friend L, I now have an ace new “icy” handcream by L’Occitane en Provence. It is awesome. I thoroughly recommend it.
Freaking out my grandmother
One of our family members sent a group email announcing some news with possibly negative outcomes for her (the family member, not my grandmother) this week. I was talking to my grandmother on the phone and shared this piece of information. She hadn’t seen the email. It’s possible I started some kind of family vortex of concern/hysteria. Whoops.
Getting irate about the government’s attitude to academics
Academic dudes – it’s not your fault. Bear in mind that history will be the witness, and while you’re still struggling under the collective weight of Joe Hockey, Peter Costello, Tony Abbott and John Howard as they grind your faces into the mud, you have still scored a goal for rigorous research.
Marvelling at my son’s new found interest in trying different foods
For a start, he now eats peanut butter and claims it is “his favourite”. Then on Monday night he ate chorizo. Okay, so he bolted two glasses of water “to get the hot out of my mouth”, but he didn’t spit it out and claimed to like it, even in this aftermath. Weird.
Shopping for holidays
To my utter dismay (or joy, depending on my mood), it is going to cost more to go to the Sapphire Coast during the Christmas break than it would to go to Fiji, Vietnam or Bali for a similar period of time. And potentially, it is going to take less time to travel to any of these destinations than it would take for us to drive to the Sapphire Coast. What is clear is that it is necessary to book something in advance to get our arses into relaxation mode – forward planning ahoy.
Wondering why I can’t get past more than about two paragraphs about any issue
Usually, my problem is editing to reduce the size of my rants. Lately, my problem is adequate words given to any particular issue. It’s not that I don’t have a lot to say, just that I’m struggling to put it down on paper.
Hating, damning eyes, etc.
I have had a series of encounters this week that have really made me question people’s interest in living amongst, you know, other people. In some cases, if there were enough caves in the immediate vicinity, I’d recommend a bit of imposed hermitage time for the lot of them. Sure, bushwalkers would have to deal with some (literal) shit-throwing as they wandered through the national parks. But on the other hand, the racial epithets and general unpleasantness in my immediate vicinity would be greatly reduced.
And now I'm off to make (cups of) tea for my parents, newly returned from the 'Nam. Have a great weekend, dudes.
posted by gigglewick at
6:26 pm
7 Comments:
Isn't the Sapphire Coast the bit wih Merimbula in it? If so, I can't help but notice that every shop-a-docket I have ever read has a cheap accomodation deal for Merimbula on it. I could post a few of them to you if I knew where you lived.
Alternatively, you could just stay at Snoskred's place. Perhaps you two could do a house swap in the manner of Kate Winslet and Cameron Diaz but without so much of the pashing Jude Law/hanging out with very old dude type activities.
And children sometimes start to eat a range of stuff when they turn four? Excellent!
I personally vote for Sapphire Coast, but that's for purely selfish reasons...
Go to Vietnam, and that will really get Grizzlewick eating new stuff!
My son has recently decided that he can, indeed, eat food that touches. Previously, no sauces, no casseroles, no spaghetti with sauces, no pies and heaven forbid a pea should roll anywhere near his mashed potato!
INC,
Yes, but we want to go to Tathra, apparently the most expensive small town in the whole world.
Also can't guarantee that kids start eating stuff when they turn four. But I have observed Grizzlewick's friend Ace eating PRAWNS.
Actonb,
I know. I KNOW!!!! However can't guarantee that it won't happen, just not at Christmastime.
Meva,
I didn't recognise you there. And goodness! I regularly stir all kinds of things into Grizzle's cous cous (he won't eat pasta except for lasagne, go figure) and would be lost without bolognese sauce as a vegetable delivery system.
I adore the Sapphire Coast. Have you been to Eden? Or T... T... it will come to me. One minute. Will google. Tathra! I love Tathra. But ease of getting there is a real issue when overseas travel would be cheaper.
PS: Used to have a holiday house in Bermagui - I thought no one else would ever know where that is. Very pleased to be proved wrong!
I just looked up and you had already mentioned Tathra. How foolish I am. It is beautiful.
I think I'd probably be going to Vietnam too. Not that I wouldn't like the Sapphire Coast if I knew where it was. (Is that one of those new marketing terms, by the way? Like suddenly starting to call the south-east of South Australia 'the Limestone Coast'?)
I doubt you could have freaked your grandmother out as much as one of my mates freaked out her grandmother. In fact, freaked out her entire family. She accidentally sent an email that she meant for one friend to her entire family, including grandmother, father, younger brother, 10-year-old cousins, etc. Let's just say the email mentioned casual sexual activity and the old recall message function didn't work.
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