I’m back…

… from Adelaide, just very tardy in posting about it!  I had a lovely time as usual – a week is, as always, just a bit too short a time to spend with family, but then I really miss Mr Beloved.

Mum’s birthday party went well – I think everyone had a lovely time.  Eunju organised the food and it was wonderful – always better to have too much than not enough – and the variety was lovely. The birthday cake in particular was gorgeous and Eunju did an incredible job slicing it for everyone – it was a delicate cheesecake on a hazelnut dacquoise base with sponge cake and raspberry layers inside and covered with white chocolate that needed a hot knife for every slice!

cake
Birthday cake, obviously
eunju and dad
Eunju and Dad
mum
Mum, after the party
party
During the party
decorative ginger
Ginger, pretending he’s a Good Cat
Gordy
Gordon, in his truck
chips
Chips, saying it’s all too much

Ginger cat did his best “I am a lovely decorative cat” act for the party; Chips cat disappeared for the duration and came out once everyone had gone.  Gordon is growing his whiskers for the Tweed Ride – doesn’t he look the proper Edwardian gent?

In other news: yes, I got my first bit of assessment back for the semester – worth 15%, and I got a high distinction.  The next part (another short creative work – that is, a short story of 1500 words – that’s very short!) is worth 25% and was submitted yesterday. I wasn’t very happy with it, but one of the next parts is to re-edit the short story and extend it to a 2000 words, so we’ll see how that goes.

Apart from that, it’s the usual round of doctor and psychiatrists and psychologists.  Poor Mr Beloved has had a sore rib for a couple of months and had to have a CT scan, but we have yet to get back to to the doctor for the results – that’s one of the appointments this week, I think.

We’ve been enjoying watching the new series of Call the Midwife on the TV, and our favourite comedienne , Miranda Hart, in her show, too.  (Miranda Hart was in series 1 on Call the Midwife but is off being a missionary for most of series 2). I’ve been reading silly cozy mystery novels to get to sleep – I’m very careful these days about what I let into my head, I don’t read gory novels or watch anything that involves too much crime scene stuff. So even though the Agatha Raisin novels by M C Beaton are not the best written novels in the English language, or even the best cozy mysteries I’ve ever read, at least they’re stuff I haven’t read a gazillion times before and I can get off to sleep reading them.  Any recommendations for other series authors gladly received…

And of course tonight is Dr Who night.  Mr Beloved is not a fan of new Who, but I don’t mind the new stuff – you do need a substantial ability to suspend disbelief, and an ability to ignore quite a lot of what was set up as Who-verse time rules previously, but oh well – don’t let that get in the way and it’s quite fun.

Poor Miss Constance had – I shudder to mention it – an infected anal gland on the day before Anzac Day (so that was April 24) but we were very lucky in catching our lovely mobile vet in time before she took the public holiday off and the Friday and had a long weekend… anyway, it was messy and Connie was Not A Happy Dog and had to wear the Cone of Shame (ie, an Elizabethan  collar) for several days until her poor bottom healed up.  She had to take anti-inflammatories for days and we’re still giving her antibiotics for another few days yet, and the mobile vet comes back later this week to check everything is all healed up okay.

And that’s about the news from here.  I’ve actually managed to do a small amount of tidying in the dreaded sewing room – little tiny bits, not there yet, but it’s starting to make a difference.   I’m beginning to hope I might actually get there.

 

 

Back from Adelaide…

I had a lovely week in Adelaide with my family – we didn’t do much, which suited me just fine – that was always my intention, to just have a lovely quiet week.  And we did.

I was very nervous on the drive down to Brisbane but Mr Beloved made good time, and dropped me off at Roma Street and I caught the airport link train.  I had plenty of time before my flight, so I sat and read a book (I always have a book).

What with getting up early for the drive and not sleeping so well the night before, I was quite tired – I heard the pilot tell us that we would be flying over Mildura, the next thing I knew I woke up when the attendant was handing me my gluten-free sandwich for lunch. After that I slept again until I heard the announcement that we were beginning the descent over the Adelaide hills.

Mum met me at the gate and Gordon just outside, and we drove home to Mum and Dad’s place.  I slept in quite late the next day – ’til nearly lunch time… and we just pottered about. Very restful and nice.

Gordon’s party on Saturday was a huge success – it started at about 1 in the afternoon and we left around 6, but apparently there were still some hardy hangers-on at 2 am!

Then they had another bunch of people the next day… Anyway, he had a good time, and Ju went to a huge amount of effort to make it wonderful – she’s spent every spare moment in the last few months organising, getting the yard done, and it went right down to the wire, with the pizza oven roof being installed on Friday afternoon.

This is Ju with John Paul, a ukelele player (and one of the the people from the Hoot who helped save Gordon’s life in January).

I think Hanneul made something like 70 pizzas on Saturday, even though it’s the middle of his exams…

…and the musicians (people Gordon knows from from the Hillbilly Hoot) didn’t stop all day. There were enthusiastic dancers while the musos played.

Sunday I went to church with Mum and Dad – they have a nice community there, some lovely people.  Not my thing, but nice for them.

We went to Ikea on Monday – because I don’t get to go to Ikea except when I visit Adelaide.  I foolishly ate food that I knew was bad for me but yum, who can resist the meatballs (and the cakes?)

So that was my week in Adelaide. I lazed about. I t was lovely.  I missed Mr Beloved and Constance, of course.

And now I am home again.  Back to the leaky shower that I have to organise a plumber to come fix (I’ll do that on Monday – yesterday I spent most of the day catching up on sleep. you’d think I had a strenuous time away, but the drive home was more tiring than the whole week away).

The Big Bad Tooth that was a problem several months ago has turned into a major problem again – I didn’t get much sleep last night because it was aching so badly – fortunately I already had an appointment with my dentist for a regular checkup on Monday, so we’ll see what she can do then.  I think it might be time for it to come  out – I certainly can’t afford a crown – and I am dreading what will happen – but the pain is now so great that I am even willing to consider getting the darn thing taken out in the chair (which terrifies me, but I can’t go on like this.) I’m just glad it wasn’t hurting like this while I was in Adelaide.

So that’s it from me for now. The new uni semester starts on Monday and I have my textbook, but until I get the plumbing and the dentist sorted I’m not going to even LOOK at the uni stuff… well, it can wait until Tuesday, anyway.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GORDY!!

Because what are big sisters for if not to embarrass the heck out of their baby brother?

Awwwwww!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

(He was 2 in this picture, and that was when we lived in Dubbo.  Almost all our childhood photos are trapped on slides – no prints – so I really treasure the few I have. And yes, Mum, I will be asking for more boxes of slides!)

Note: I tried to find a decent photo of what he looks like now – he’s tall and handsome – but I can’t find a single one!  I must get the family to take some pics SOON!