I just had 4 days with my parents - which wasn't ventworthy as it went rather well, all considered.
We went for an outing.
Dad got someone to have breakfast with each morning.
I fed the chooks.
Time stood still - but it also entered warps because the clock that chimes runs 15 minutes ahead because that is the way that it goes. Except that at some point it lost time so nobody was sure what it really meant when it chimed.
I had a LIST.
I did the floors.
I reorganised bookshelves and sorted paperwork.
I harvested silverbeet.
Large pile of silverbeet - cheese slice for scale
I made meals in the theme of disappointment. It's hard knowing a criticism is coming, especially when deserved. I would plead ingredient integrity and availability but to my side of the leger I did make a bit of amazing juice that was not appreciated AT ALL by one (the other wasn't casting her vote as vocally).
I made many spinach and cheese rolls.
I even had a half a handle on the bits and bobs for tax - however my computer battery went flat and despite various trying to get it charging it hit zero and didn't rebound. Computer guy is not in town but reckons power source.
And although I was TO THE MINUTE organised today as I had to finish some three day jobs that never get done at their place, at the final 1/2 hr a silent car glid up and parked ACROSS the gate behind which my packed car was parked. Visitors for my Dad dropping in unannounced who would love a cup of tea - the wife knew Mum before and offers to be with Mum for Dad to go to meetings with the husband - committees and Lions - salt of the earth.
I have also just realised that it might well have been a farewell tour for the latter hearing their offload of the medical drama his life has been of late.
Which makes me that much more of a bitch in hindsight for grumbling inwardly about the parking as I made them afternoon tea but did not attend as i had to handover to the carer.
I still got home safely.
One of my 'to dos' today I made sourdough pizza bases for NYE - two for me to bring home, one for Mum and Dad and one for the carer.
I also spent time remembering Auntie Glen and how today was the first 30th December for 35 years where I haven't reminded Mum to ring her best friend for her birthday - and unfortunately due to driving a car and daylight savings didn't get to ring my godbrother and my godsister.
Bespoke silverbeet and cheese rolls - reviews based on taste rather than aesthetics please 🥺
Anyway - list and logistics to happen tomorrow here. Last day of the year and we're kicking it off at the dentist for Paris.
Way to pace yourself 2025!
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