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Saturday
We had planned to do absolutely nothing (when you commute 5 days a week and do a 200km drive every couple of weeks, I actually protect these rare opportunities closer) and succeeded for the most part.
I also cooked curry. That is my truly most happy spot. I read recently of how fusion food was cultural misappropriation and I think that that is definitely my line in the sand. I would be devastated if "they" were to deny the evolution of taste but I also see the theory also of such a stance in regards maintaining purity and integrity. (There was a fleeting sidetrack regards horses and frogs but luckily I can edit)
Curry was good. Three dishes:
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Palak Paneer - very much a favourite and I cheat with a couple of packs of frozen spinach and Australian feta from the deli counter.
Sunday
Right until the moment before I left the house the prospect of an additional overnight trip was on the table,.so my trip to see my breast surgeon for the first annual check up was efficient.
Google Maps advised me of a journey of 1 hr and 37minutes, and adding in the country contingency of a half hour I left in plenty (ish) of time.
Google maps didn't know about the caravan convoy (Nobody expected the Spanish Inquisition) but should have been aware of the roadworks on the scrabbly shortcut between the highway and my destination.
It gets me every time.
I arrived at my appointment with 1 minute to spare.
The appointment took 10 minutes. The last 3 of those was general chit chat about travel, geography and economics. As you do.
Unfortunately it's not really the sort of appointment that you can phone in. Good news is boobs are fine.
Paid the fee, hopped in the car and headed back home.
Bonus afternoon at home so managed to harvest most of the back meadow before a lovely little rain storm.
Monday
A little bit of work organising moving pieces before I left to meet up with Dad.
We had a lot of hurry up waiting with a few medical establishments, a massive thunderstorm giving a soundtrack and two strokes of incredible medical luck for the day.
Tuesday
Dad got to experience the joy of school mornings with an adolescent teenage girl. I don't think anybody recommends that.
Dad majors in imparting the wisdom of his nearly 84 (4th 21st coming up) years.
Paris does a good line in aversion to being told anything.
I dropped him at a shopping centre while I had a quick trip to work to organise working from home for the next couple of days.
After I finished the day's work and was about to prepare dinner, Dad suggested that he wanted to shout for us.
Among his many attributes, there were 2 at play here. He loves to show generosity (to a degree - it's "share a plate" rather than "splash the cash").
The second is his weakness for a good seafood basket or platter - and the closest option had such - it was a bit exxy but you should always share a platter, and so we ventured forth.
There is a whole saga in that trip that would be worthy of a post in itself, but it included 80s bouncers, economics of bread slices, the inverse theory of proximity to salt water and care and attention to the seafood platter, the alcoholic status of lemon, lime and bitters and carpet design.
Wednesday
Another appointment that could not be zoomed but for a different part of the body.
Plans afoot to give me more room for audacity (apologies - I thought that I had a link to a kiofra tik tok about the anatomy and audacity but apparently I don't have time tok linking skills!)
Took Dad to my hairdresser and got him onto a bus home.
Thursday and Friday
Work. Parenting an adolescent badly. Food. Insomnia. Rinse. Repeat.
Oh - and my laptop died so doing everything on my phone is a new skill that I am developing.
Tomorrow
My list for tomorrow (written at 3 this morning):
Washing
Packing
Mother/daughter bonding moments
Travel agent
Kmart
Watching softball
Pathfinders
Driving 200km
Mother/daughter bonding moments
