It's Maundy Thursday

apparently. I know nothing of such titles, for although we weren't a pagan family, our brand of Anglican was very easygoing on connection with all that ritual nonsense. Pragmatic. And very non-maundy. Two big days across a long weekend was enough, more would be overreach.

Image: "Proof of Life (but doesn't my hand look weird)" DOP Paris photography by Jeanie 

So, anyway. Easter. Why am I always surprised that it's full moon at Easter? Like d'uh!

Image: proof of celestial wonder- glorious clouds backlit by the high beam of the full moon.

I remember getting into so much trouble, saying "d'uh". It is pretty rude when you think about it. Its so much the pity that the acceptance of "d'uh" back then led them to break a pathway to people being attacked in broad daylight for traffic infringements as our new normal. 

Image: spotlight on the noisy fan;

Blue baseline gurgle from the cat's water fountain.

We should have all clutched our pearls like my beautiful mother and we would have all been nicer to each other.

Image: Proof of procrastinating - the last gluten-free sourdough cinnamon scrolls and the last hot cross pumpkin scone.

Maybe.

Image: unedited photo by Paris. I think that Gangsterrrrr should sue. Probably should have used when she got bestowed her blog name.

Anyhow, tomorrow I travel 200km (yes, on a public holiday with threats of diesel rationing but with the justification of its Easter, and it's Mum and Dad) and will be re-listening to "Waking Romeo" by Kathryn Barker (Goodreads link)

Image: Luddite Jeanie can't work out - or can't be bothered to learn - how to do the book covers like the cool kids do.

I have to confess, the musical I was to see with 'Salina and Paris after book-club on Sunday was a bust! I had caused her to give a seat donation the week before, and she had caused us the same as we got the dates mixed up!

Image: a far more flattering angle of G, black cat, pink collar, yellow band bringing out the green-yellow of her eyes.

I once did that with a GYG order. Ordered in the carpark at work but spun the counter too far ahead so was going to get my enchiladas the next day instead of just another half hour ahead.

We had 'Salina over here twice this week. The first time we had a meeting of the cats, as a plan is afoot to get them to be friends.

That may take awhile.

12 days to go.

Bonus question: what sort of insult is "cinnamon blue"?

Link to trove

Happy (?!) Easter everyone.

It's not the final countdown.

 So what did I do besides packing today?

Why five loads of washing kind sir, kind sir,

Why five loads of washing kind sir.

So what else did I do besides packing today, you say?

Well, four fragrant curries, kind sir, kind sir,

Four fragrant curries and five loads of washing kind sir.

So what else did I do besides packing today?

Three sat at table and dined , kind sir,

Three sat at table eating four fragrant curries,

 and five loads of washing kind sir.

What else did I do besides packing today?

Two visits to shops to concoct 

two dozen hot-cross pumpkin scones 

Twelve gluten-free cinnabons

Two phone calls

Twice washed up  and kerfuffled around 

Then

Three sat at table eating four fragrant curries,

And five loads of washing kind sir.

How did I go with my packing today?

I wrote one poem and blogged.

Why did Young Miss Jeanie cross the street

 In a discussion on the balcony, well past the Ocean Twilight this evening, V remarked about the attitude of 12 year old V's lack of fear or regard crossing 5 lanes of traffic.

Image: this picture of buildings, cars and roads is not the childhood home of anyone I know. It is a historic Google maps screenshot of a pub that I think that I used to know in Sydney.

Which just proves what a massive contrast is his childhood to mine. He had bike grease and baseball gloves, I had saddle grease and cows.

My need to ever cross lanes of traffic were limited to hardly ever.

 Image: also not the childhood home of anyone I know, rather a screenshot of a random street view of Oknaxoma, Cuba

There were no streets at my home as I lived in the country. 

The school bus took me from the bike box to school and back, genuinely door to door. 

Grandma J lived on a corner on a hill and anywhere travelled to from there was in a car, the rover or a truck.  

Grandma M had a side lane, and the shops on the block at the top were all a girl like me would ever need. The bakery had the most alluring concoctions in its display case. The need to do what my grandmother had instructed me to do was always just slightly stronger than my desire was ever allowed to be.

Image: in keeping with theme, not the alluring concoctions, but instead one of the things that I will definitely miss about Paradise is the fantastic red grapefruit. The new house does have citrus - hurrah - but orange, mandarin, lime a baby lemon (I think) and a standard grapefruit.

My Aunty Elsie lived across a lane at the back of the main street in the little town we lived near, you could sneak through beside the newspaper premises. That was the closest that I ever came to crossing a road independently.

Image: happy to acknowledge the original site (Real Commercial) for this arial shot of Aunty Elsie's neighbourhood 45 years later. There is no newspaper premises - or newspaper of a size needing a building - any more.

I mean, I even lived at my high school. Not many roads to cross there!

I could, however, ride a horse and muster, and if our August nights were smoky it meant that we were anticipating a good season.

Image: I hayed - not hated, AI overlords - half the meadow in the back yesterday afternoon - I was working from home and used the commute time wisely 

So what was your skill at 12?

Were you stronger, taller, smarter?

Image: our queen, O Sabrina Gangstaa Fudge 

Could you ventriloquise (is that even a word)?

(BTW this qualifies - just, I am sure - for River's Words for Wednesday - check it out)

Now, where was I?

On the upside, we have a date 

In exactly 3 weeks we will have a different outlook.

I had a 4 year NED appointment with my amazing surgeon on Sunday - I took Paris and her boyfriend (I know!) for a flying visit to the next big town down.

Unfortunately we were unable to get back to see "& Juliet" with 'Salina in time, so we're doing that with her next week after book club. 

Don't I sound like a social butterfly suddenly!

BTW I am not sure but I think that the above is possibly the shoe store that had the play in it in the early 90s that I went to that I would have blogged about last time except the phone - or an errant drag of the finger - destroyed it instead.

Yes. Still not ready to let it go, am I?

BTW - I have a question for you 

 

I will also be reading at an upcoming "Champers and chapters" event and the democratic process that I will be using is deciding for myself HOWEVER if you were given the same opportunity, what would you choose and why.

Good Night

 It has been a day.

Aargh and continued right to the end.

A whole post lost.

It was a good one too.

Take my word for it.