Last week my youngest daughter, Turdles, asked me come on a mini road trip with her, to Margaret River, and so, here I am.
It is the birthday of Turdles' friend, the divine Ms C, and we are having some drinks, cocktail style, this evening before we go out on the town, its a girls night, because Ms C's boyfriend has gone on a buck's night weekend
with his friend, and Turdles' boyfriend stayed home.
I was told to bring my high heels (alas, I only have platforms) and a cocktail dress, I love it that they want me hanging around with them, it really is a privilege, and I can relax and let my wild side out to play a little :)
We had a smooth drive here, Turdles wouldn't let me drive her new car, but drank a Red Bull, and we arrived safe and sound, early enough to avoid the kangaroos who venture onto the roads in the late afternoons, to eat the sweet grass shoots on the sides of the road.
The divine Ms C had cooked us a delicious quiche and salad for dinner, and the three of us had some wine and chatted and caught up on news. She is like a second daughter to me, and we reminisced about Broome, where we all were living in 2010.
Ms C is missing it quite a bit, and Turdles and I do, too, it is such a unique place, and gets into your blood.
But life is harsh there, very expensive to live and the wet season is hellish.
Bear-Bear the dog is down from Broome, where he lives with Ms C's ex, and as we talk, he leaps around, catching a bottle top, a game he devised himself, he can flip it up and catch it, it's very funny.
Later, we watched a movie, and Turdles and I slept on a mattress on the floor of a spare bedroom
(the home doesn't have much furniture yet, but there was the welcome addition of a dining table)
and I woke up this morning to discover I'd left my espresso coffee machine at home.
Damn, I made it in a saucepan, but it was grainy.
So, now we are about to set off to see my old housemate, we're going to a cafe for good coffee, and a walk, and the beach (of course!).
I'll be back, I'm using the opportunity of better internet range to keep a 'running blog' this weekend, complete with pics.
XX KK
Well...my camera battery was flat, but there's always tomorrow!
A typical last minute weekend away, a list of what was forgotten and what went wrong, lol.
My old roommate and I walked along the beach track to the coffee shop with her little dog
Cuba. Last time I visited, Cuba went missing when I took him to the beach, I spent hours and hours walking
around looking for him, the next day he turned up, having spent the night at a neighbour's house playing with
the kids.
Little bastard, but cute.
The weather was windy and cloudy, so we by-passed the beach session, went shopping for the party,
I bought a silver toe-ring for Turdles instead of chipping in for fuel (hers had snapped the day before)
and now we're showering and dressing, all in a good mood and some balmy Joe Jackson playing.
Cheers! KK
And here is a pic of the best dog in the world, Ebony, who passed away recently.
Sunday morning...
The house is very quiet...
It was a fun night, although one of those where more fun was had before going out,
the tavern seemed a bit alien after our little gathering at home, and the girls didn't want to dance.
But, I had some interesting exchanges with people and learnt some new information,
there was a Japanese girl there, and she told me she knows a another Japanese girl in the city, who
speaks hardly any English, but works in a shop, speaking Japanese, eating only Japanese food, meeting only Japanese people, wearing only Japanese clothes, and jewelry..
she said it was very strange, and that the other girl might as well have stayed in Japan.
I had a painful moment, too - one of the girls, whom I have also known since she was about 12, waved me
closer to her and explained why she didn't invite me to her wedding.
She said it was because of Ami, my daughter with the Prader-Willi Syndrome, and not wanting her to feel left out because all the rest of us were coming, and that she didn't invite Ami because she wanted to spare us the hassle of looking after Ami at the wedding.
Something to that effect.
She's known Ami a long time, they went to school together.
No-one invites Ami to much at all, and it is one of my saddest duties, when I have to make excuses for people who don't want her around.
I hadn't thought much about not being invited, I had accepted that they had to keep the list low, and I know wedding numbers creep up scarily quickly, but now I felt hurt about it, and angry too.
Ami had accepted the same reason, even though her sister is going, she bounces back so heartily, I am often in awe, she's even happy for her sister, and will in no way like the girl any less.
Turdles told me this morning the girl had said the same thing to her, she also now wanted us to come to the wedding, but it was clear, not Ami.
So...I felt the bitch in me itch to hurt in return...
I could so easily have demolished her, but all it would have done is ruin the good atmosphere between us all, and create ongoing tension between two families, so I chose to practise love instead, and that's how I heard another interesting piece of information.
I listened to her story about nearly dieing from a horse-fly bite in the Pilbara, where she works.
The mining company's medical person had sent her, and a guy who also had a severe allergic reaction, off to drive over 600 km to the hospital in a truck, without a driver or any help, under the influence of medication,
the nurses couldn't believe it, but they were sent back again, I didn't understand why, but she said no-one seemed to understand that the reaction is life-threatening. She is afraid of being bitten again, and carries anti-histamines on her, but she said they need refrigeration, and they are often without, and go into vast areas of unexplored country. She lives in a kind of constant fear state, for the sake of a good income.
A bunch of girls/women talking, I can't say we solved any problems of the world, but we did build a communion of spirits, in the simplest sense, and the girls sure knocked back some cocktails, I managed only two, but we all walked out of there, and no-one was sick.
Turdles and I caught a taxi home early from the tavern, with some very jovial people from Melbourne,
after we tried to get the police to give us a lift, lol, the guy from Melbourne said he thought we nearly had it in the bag :)
Mostly, Aussie country cops have a sense of humour, and will do random acts of kindness, we've had lifts home from them before :)
I'm back at the shack atm, with only two bars of range, so sorry, dear Reader, no pics until I get into town.
XX KK
And here are pics (but sorry, none of the girls, they are not convinced some nefarious lurker won't
use them for unspeakable acts)
The divine Ms C is a painter, these are the ones she has on her walls, they are Broome inspired:
A few months ago, there was a 'prescribed burn' fire that became out of control, and burnt much of
the area around Prevelly.
On the day, the locals say they were amazed fire bombing was used, the wind was strong, and the temperature very high.
It was a sad sight, and the locals will struggle with it for quite a while to come.
But, driving back home after the weekend, the new life starting in the charred bushes and trees, was
a beautiful sight :)
all the more beautiful because it is possible only after near death..
It is the birthday of Turdles' friend, the divine Ms C, and we are having some drinks, cocktail style, this evening before we go out on the town, its a girls night, because Ms C's boyfriend has gone on a buck's night weekend
with his friend, and Turdles' boyfriend stayed home.
I was told to bring my high heels (alas, I only have platforms) and a cocktail dress, I love it that they want me hanging around with them, it really is a privilege, and I can relax and let my wild side out to play a little :)
We had a smooth drive here, Turdles wouldn't let me drive her new car, but drank a Red Bull, and we arrived safe and sound, early enough to avoid the kangaroos who venture onto the roads in the late afternoons, to eat the sweet grass shoots on the sides of the road.
The divine Ms C had cooked us a delicious quiche and salad for dinner, and the three of us had some wine and chatted and caught up on news. She is like a second daughter to me, and we reminisced about Broome, where we all were living in 2010.
Ms C is missing it quite a bit, and Turdles and I do, too, it is such a unique place, and gets into your blood.
But life is harsh there, very expensive to live and the wet season is hellish.
Bear-Bear the dog is down from Broome, where he lives with Ms C's ex, and as we talk, he leaps around, catching a bottle top, a game he devised himself, he can flip it up and catch it, it's very funny.
Later, we watched a movie, and Turdles and I slept on a mattress on the floor of a spare bedroom
(the home doesn't have much furniture yet, but there was the welcome addition of a dining table)
and I woke up this morning to discover I'd left my espresso coffee machine at home.
Damn, I made it in a saucepan, but it was grainy.
So, now we are about to set off to see my old housemate, we're going to a cafe for good coffee, and a walk, and the beach (of course!).
I'll be back, I'm using the opportunity of better internet range to keep a 'running blog' this weekend, complete with pics.
XX KK
Well...my camera battery was flat, but there's always tomorrow!
A typical last minute weekend away, a list of what was forgotten and what went wrong, lol.
My old roommate and I walked along the beach track to the coffee shop with her little dog
Cuba. Last time I visited, Cuba went missing when I took him to the beach, I spent hours and hours walking
around looking for him, the next day he turned up, having spent the night at a neighbour's house playing with
the kids.
Little bastard, but cute.
The weather was windy and cloudy, so we by-passed the beach session, went shopping for the party,
I bought a silver toe-ring for Turdles instead of chipping in for fuel (hers had snapped the day before)
and now we're showering and dressing, all in a good mood and some balmy Joe Jackson playing.
Cheers! KK
And here is a pic of the best dog in the world, Ebony, who passed away recently.
Even though I wasn't able to take any pics today, of where I used to live in Prevelly,
I have an old one from my room looking out to the garden
Sunday morning...
The house is very quiet...
It was a fun night, although one of those where more fun was had before going out,
the tavern seemed a bit alien after our little gathering at home, and the girls didn't want to dance.
But, I had some interesting exchanges with people and learnt some new information,
there was a Japanese girl there, and she told me she knows a another Japanese girl in the city, who
speaks hardly any English, but works in a shop, speaking Japanese, eating only Japanese food, meeting only Japanese people, wearing only Japanese clothes, and jewelry..
she said it was very strange, and that the other girl might as well have stayed in Japan.
I had a painful moment, too - one of the girls, whom I have also known since she was about 12, waved me
closer to her and explained why she didn't invite me to her wedding.
She said it was because of Ami, my daughter with the Prader-Willi Syndrome, and not wanting her to feel left out because all the rest of us were coming, and that she didn't invite Ami because she wanted to spare us the hassle of looking after Ami at the wedding.
Something to that effect.
She's known Ami a long time, they went to school together.
No-one invites Ami to much at all, and it is one of my saddest duties, when I have to make excuses for people who don't want her around.
I hadn't thought much about not being invited, I had accepted that they had to keep the list low, and I know wedding numbers creep up scarily quickly, but now I felt hurt about it, and angry too.
Ami had accepted the same reason, even though her sister is going, she bounces back so heartily, I am often in awe, she's even happy for her sister, and will in no way like the girl any less.
Turdles told me this morning the girl had said the same thing to her, she also now wanted us to come to the wedding, but it was clear, not Ami.
So...I felt the bitch in me itch to hurt in return...
I could so easily have demolished her, but all it would have done is ruin the good atmosphere between us all, and create ongoing tension between two families, so I chose to practise love instead, and that's how I heard another interesting piece of information.
I listened to her story about nearly dieing from a horse-fly bite in the Pilbara, where she works.
The mining company's medical person had sent her, and a guy who also had a severe allergic reaction, off to drive over 600 km to the hospital in a truck, without a driver or any help, under the influence of medication,
the nurses couldn't believe it, but they were sent back again, I didn't understand why, but she said no-one seemed to understand that the reaction is life-threatening. She is afraid of being bitten again, and carries anti-histamines on her, but she said they need refrigeration, and they are often without, and go into vast areas of unexplored country. She lives in a kind of constant fear state, for the sake of a good income.
A bunch of girls/women talking, I can't say we solved any problems of the world, but we did build a communion of spirits, in the simplest sense, and the girls sure knocked back some cocktails, I managed only two, but we all walked out of there, and no-one was sick.
Turdles and I caught a taxi home early from the tavern, with some very jovial people from Melbourne,
after we tried to get the police to give us a lift, lol, the guy from Melbourne said he thought we nearly had it in the bag :)
Mostly, Aussie country cops have a sense of humour, and will do random acts of kindness, we've had lifts home from them before :)
I'm back at the shack atm, with only two bars of range, so sorry, dear Reader, no pics until I get into town.
XX KK
And here are pics (but sorry, none of the girls, they are not convinced some nefarious lurker won't
use them for unspeakable acts)
The divine Ms C is a painter, these are the ones she has on her walls, they are Broome inspired:
A few months ago, there was a 'prescribed burn' fire that became out of control, and burnt much of
the area around Prevelly.
On the day, the locals say they were amazed fire bombing was used, the wind was strong, and the temperature very high.
It was a sad sight, and the locals will struggle with it for quite a while to come.
But, driving back home after the weekend, the new life starting in the charred bushes and trees, was
a beautiful sight :)
all the more beautiful because it is possible only after near death..
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