Swapped. Trudi is now in the bathroom and I am in the bar at a table by the window by myself. The litte tealight is a fake perpetual electric thing.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Wild night
Swapped. Trudi is now in the bathroom and I am in the bar at a table by the window by myself. The litte tealight is a fake perpetual electric thing.
Bundoora Park and Shepparton
This photo is of Hazel 'fishing' at the park. Why do both girls love 'fishing' so very much? Tonight we are staying in Shepparton. Today We went to their cousin's 8th birthday party. Kids ate cake and lollies and cheezels. Imagine their moods. Just put the girls to bed. We are all in the same room so I am sitting on the toilet wrapped in a blanket waiting for then to fall asleep. Trudi is going for a walk in the rain. We will swap roles later. Another wild night in Shepparton!
Sunday, July 24, 2011
The demise of Tanogga
For a long time, Hazel's name was actually Tootle.
A month or so ago, she announced that she was no longer Tootle the train, and was now Tanogga and Tanogga is a big boat.
A few days ago, she said that she is not Tanogga any more. She is now Hazel Spider. This morning over porridge, she informed us (with giggles) that she is now Hazel Spider Cat Train Boat Dog.
Ivy's new name is Ivy Butterfly. She's been that way for about a month.
A month or so ago, she announced that she was no longer Tootle the train, and was now Tanogga and Tanogga is a big boat.
A few days ago, she said that she is not Tanogga any more. She is now Hazel Spider. This morning over porridge, she informed us (with giggles) that she is now Hazel Spider Cat Train Boat Dog.
Ivy's new name is Ivy Butterfly. She's been that way for about a month.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Another thing about a car
Trudi thinks this one is as bad as the other two, but I think it's not too awful.
When we dropped the hire car off at Hobart airport, I was getting us out of the car and internally sighing at the thought of dragging into the car hire office. I imagined us standing around waiting to hand the keys in, and Ivy getting bored and refractory.
Instead, as I got out of the car a man in a safety-yellow vest with a clipboard came pacing over to me, and said he would take my keys and no need to go to the office.
I was relieved.
I got our stuff out of the car, gathered Ivy, handed over the keys, and off I went.
Trudi's jaw hit the floor when I described this scene. I was very happy with the insightful customer service, but she saw an easy scam. Hang around with a clipboard, and people will throw keys at you and march away. He could have been anyone!
Indeed he could, but we haven't had a bill or phonecall from the car hire people, so it was probably legit.
When we dropped the hire car off at Hobart airport, I was getting us out of the car and internally sighing at the thought of dragging into the car hire office. I imagined us standing around waiting to hand the keys in, and Ivy getting bored and refractory.
Instead, as I got out of the car a man in a safety-yellow vest with a clipboard came pacing over to me, and said he would take my keys and no need to go to the office.
I was relieved.
I got our stuff out of the car, gathered Ivy, handed over the keys, and off I went.
Trudi's jaw hit the floor when I described this scene. I was very happy with the insightful customer service, but she saw an easy scam. Hang around with a clipboard, and people will throw keys at you and march away. He could have been anyone!
Indeed he could, but we haven't had a bill or phonecall from the car hire people, so it was probably legit.
More about cars
On the Sunday of my Hobart weekend with Ivy, we went to that nice bakery in New Town, what's it called. I always think of my cousin Miriam's husband Rory's sister Phoebe when I go there. She lives nearby, and Trudi and I stayed in her house some years ago, and bought good things from the bakery
As we waited to buy bread, Rory's other sister Brie (who lives in Melbourne) said Hi! It took me a while to calm down. Too weird. She was having a Hobart weekend too. Had a chat out on the footpath with Brie & Phoebe & family.
We walked back to the hire car, and I opened it (bee-beep said the key). I asked Ivy to get in the back seat, and she commented "Not our car" and I agreed. This is the hire car, and at the end of our holiday, we will give it back to the car hire company.
As I threw my bag into the front seat, I noticed a piece of orange paper on the floor. I didn't have any orange paper, how did that get there?
Oh my, this really is NOT OUR CAR.
I hustled Ivy out and closed the doors. There was our hired silver 4WD parked right in front of the silver 4WD that we'd just burgled. No-one saw us, so it didn't happen, off we go, got our bread, no problems here, no not at all!
Flippan Hobart people, they are not concerned about crime and leave their cars unlocked, allowing me to inadvertantly invade them.
Just remembered the name of the bakery: Jackman and McRoss.
As we waited to buy bread, Rory's other sister Brie (who lives in Melbourne) said Hi! It took me a while to calm down. Too weird. She was having a Hobart weekend too. Had a chat out on the footpath with Brie & Phoebe & family.
We walked back to the hire car, and I opened it (bee-beep said the key). I asked Ivy to get in the back seat, and she commented "Not our car" and I agreed. This is the hire car, and at the end of our holiday, we will give it back to the car hire company.
As I threw my bag into the front seat, I noticed a piece of orange paper on the floor. I didn't have any orange paper, how did that get there?
Oh my, this really is NOT OUR CAR.
I hustled Ivy out and closed the doors. There was our hired silver 4WD parked right in front of the silver 4WD that we'd just burgled. No-one saw us, so it didn't happen, off we go, got our bread, no problems here, no not at all!
Flippan Hobart people, they are not concerned about crime and leave their cars unlocked, allowing me to inadvertantly invade them.
Just remembered the name of the bakery: Jackman and McRoss.
Cars
I'm not fond of cars. I appreciate their convenience, and I respect our Forester, but thoughts about cars in general give me a swimming feeling in my head, and my feet try to walk away from car-related conversations.
My recent car-related behaviour makes me think that I need to change my ways.
Last month I took Ivy to Hobart for the weekend, to visit Chloe & family, and to be an only child for a little while. It was her first time on a plane, Chloe has two big boys and a baby plus a trampoline, and Ivy slept in a little cute bed-let on the floor that Chloe compiled for her, complete with tiny felt chickens and a Maisy doll. So it was a brilliant weekend. We had a lovely time, and then we arrived back at Tullamarine.
On our way in, we'd been running just a little bit late. I'd parked the car in the long-term area, and then we hooned over to the bus stop. An orange bus came to take us to the terminal, and our weekend started.
On the way back, it was not so easy. The flight was fine, but as we came out of the glass doors, the bus left. We had to wait for ages for the next one. As we waited, I slowly slowly realised that I could not remember which bus stop we had parked near.
It's a big carpark.
It was about 6:30pm when a bus finally came and took us to the carpark. I was deliberately trying not to think about the car's location, hoping it would shimmer up from the green depths of my stagnent pool of a mind.
I remembered the path we had taken from the car to the bus stop. If I found the right stop, I could easily navigate to the car. But which stop?
I picked stop E, because it had seemed like a long trip from the stop to the terminal. We got off, and Ivy took my hand. She was pretty tired. I had a little wheely suitcase with a long handle, and we commenced to search.
The car was not near E. I put Ivy on my back, and we searched near F. No car. I moved Ivy to my left side.
Had we really parked this far down? The car was not near G. Shifted Ivy onto my back again.
We totally did not park around here. I searched around H just in case. Made Ivy walk for a bit.
Then we searched around G again, and F again, and E again, then D again.
We'd been looking for 45 minutes, so I went into a bus stop and rang the emergency number. A man would be able to come out and help me in another 45 minutes, Right now he was doing a census of cars, and could not come. I said I'd call again if I needed him.
We kept looking. Ivy said "Mummy, my legs hurt. I'm tired."
Trudi rang to see what was going on. She'd expected us to be home an hour ago. I confessed. She said she was going to get Hazel out of bed and come get Ivy, and leave me to search. I said I would look for a bit longer, but yes let's do that if I get no results soon.
As we talked, I saw an abandoned luggage trolley. Joy! I piled the flippan tiny suitcase onto it, and balanced Ivy on the top, and off we went. So much easier. Look around D again. No car of mine here.
I was sure it was no use, but by now we were quite close to C, so we did a quick check.. and there it was! Got in the car, phoned home, drove, Ivy fell asleep in the car, put her to bed at home with no trouble, all's well that ends well.
Next time, I will write the bus stop letter on the parking card.
My recent car-related behaviour makes me think that I need to change my ways.
Last month I took Ivy to Hobart for the weekend, to visit Chloe & family, and to be an only child for a little while. It was her first time on a plane, Chloe has two big boys and a baby plus a trampoline, and Ivy slept in a little cute bed-let on the floor that Chloe compiled for her, complete with tiny felt chickens and a Maisy doll. So it was a brilliant weekend. We had a lovely time, and then we arrived back at Tullamarine.
On our way in, we'd been running just a little bit late. I'd parked the car in the long-term area, and then we hooned over to the bus stop. An orange bus came to take us to the terminal, and our weekend started.
On the way back, it was not so easy. The flight was fine, but as we came out of the glass doors, the bus left. We had to wait for ages for the next one. As we waited, I slowly slowly realised that I could not remember which bus stop we had parked near.
It's a big carpark.
It was about 6:30pm when a bus finally came and took us to the carpark. I was deliberately trying not to think about the car's location, hoping it would shimmer up from the green depths of my stagnent pool of a mind.
I remembered the path we had taken from the car to the bus stop. If I found the right stop, I could easily navigate to the car. But which stop?
I picked stop E, because it had seemed like a long trip from the stop to the terminal. We got off, and Ivy took my hand. She was pretty tired. I had a little wheely suitcase with a long handle, and we commenced to search.
The car was not near E. I put Ivy on my back, and we searched near F. No car. I moved Ivy to my left side.
Had we really parked this far down? The car was not near G. Shifted Ivy onto my back again.
We totally did not park around here. I searched around H just in case. Made Ivy walk for a bit.
Then we searched around G again, and F again, and E again, then D again.
We'd been looking for 45 minutes, so I went into a bus stop and rang the emergency number. A man would be able to come out and help me in another 45 minutes, Right now he was doing a census of cars, and could not come. I said I'd call again if I needed him.
We kept looking. Ivy said "Mummy, my legs hurt. I'm tired."
Trudi rang to see what was going on. She'd expected us to be home an hour ago. I confessed. She said she was going to get Hazel out of bed and come get Ivy, and leave me to search. I said I would look for a bit longer, but yes let's do that if I get no results soon.
As we talked, I saw an abandoned luggage trolley. Joy! I piled the flippan tiny suitcase onto it, and balanced Ivy on the top, and off we went. So much easier. Look around D again. No car of mine here.
I was sure it was no use, but by now we were quite close to C, so we did a quick check.. and there it was! Got in the car, phoned home, drove, Ivy fell asleep in the car, put her to bed at home with no trouble, all's well that ends well.
Next time, I will write the bus stop letter on the parking card.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
No ice in this freezer
Also, no filth in the microwave, a loaf of bread rising, and some toxic stuff in the oven. Never used oven cleaner before. I hope it does not dissolve the oven.
I have a day off!
Trudi has taken the girls to Scienceworks. I am cleaning out the deep freezer. Fun!
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