Ha! That got your attention!!!
Meh… There is none. Sorry, I’m as ticked off about it as you are, probably more so. This is particularly depressing because I cuddled Henry and Brad’s baby today. Sigh. A v cute one who went to sleep quite comfortably. [Does Want.]
Sigh.
Anyway, in other news, I have tickets to Crowded House in November, I haven’t seen them before, actually even though my dad used to play golf with the Finn Bros dad and even though I served Tim Finn when I worked at the bank (yes I KNOW he’s not in Crowded House – but couldn’t resist the name dropping opportunity) it was my sis who got the signed copy of their first album . I’m delighted they’re back performing and am the proud owner of their latest work and I flog it to death at work at the moment… Bah Humbug iTunes making me spend all that money.
Meh, it’s worth it.
Anyway, Shoe and I are going to the concert, and as I’m a bit nuts I bought 4 tickets figuring a group is better than a couple and as I’m not part of a couple figured that 4 is even better than being alone. Anyway Shoe is the world’s biggest CH fan and she was a natural choice to go with. So what to do with the other 2?
What to do? Heh… invite boys; because, let’s face it, it does get boring always doing stuff with the girls. So we’ve invited Burper and Carlo, sterling Kiwi blokes who won’t spend the night trying to make me believe the CH are actually an AUSTRALIAN band… EVERYONE knows they’re a Kiwi band… just because both Paul Hester and Nick Seymour were/are Aussies EVERYONE knows that as Neil Finn is the front man and the principal songwriter he has a bigger vote… He’s a Kiwi thus CH is a Kiwi band, so there.
Anyway, It’s Dee and Shoe and the boys (who haven’t yet accepted the invite… likely because of the $95.00 price tag but who in faith will understand what an utterly irresistible opportunity it is and will of course, say yes) going to Crowded House on Nov 5th.
Hurrah.
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Day 48 – Line Up
Well, after 2 weeks of madness I’m back home alone (Chino excepted, of course). The poor washing machine has been making up for its two weeks off by working overtime today. I’ve done 3 loads and still haven’t finished… Amazing how things get away from you when you aren’t paying attention…
It’s been quite a week with Helen’s passing on Monday with much vital hanging with the family (she was my little squire’s precious Nan) and her memorial service on Friday which was as fraught with tears and laughter as one would have expected for such a character. The church was near full which was a testimony to her life and popularity. I’m still a bit shell shocked, as are we all, that she’s gone.
This weekend should see me head down over my laptop finishing a couple of web projects I’ve got on the go at the moment. I’ll get there… just attending to things like neglected blogs etc…
I got my D100 back from the fixeruppers this week [insert big sigh of relief] and have been loving having its familiar weight in my hands… until I tried using the flash and found it to be dead… [insert big sigh of frustration] so no doubt in the fiddling around with it to fix it’s mirror issue they’ve buggered up its flashability… gah… of course, I can’t take it back until I’ve got the Canon back from the office… else there’ll be no decent 365 pictures… see what a slave to it I’ve become!!!!
Anyway, this is a pathetic excuse for a post just to procrastinate from what I’m meant to be doing. I’ll do my best to have something more interesting to tell you next time.
But for your own sake, please don’t hold your breath.
I’ll Remember
If you’d seen it you’d remember the little blue house, the one just up from the corner of the street. You’d know it by the white picket fence the wrap around verandah and the wee blue hatchback parked in front of the garage. That’s it! The one with the Aussie flag hung from it’s aerial!
But then again maybe you wouldn’t remember… there could be any number of houses like that on the plateau… it isn’t exactly remarkable. But if I mention the stained glass witches guarding the garage, or the dragons along the porch, the gnomes and the goblins, the thunderbox bedecked with redback spiders and the sputtering water features maybe you’d have noticed.
You could have spent hours stopped and staring if the house had caught your eye as you walked past; and every time you stopped you’d see something you missed the time before, or something newly created and installed. It was just that kind of house.
It was just that kind of house because it had just that kind of owner. You probably wouldn’t even notice her if you saw her at the supermarket. She was pocket sized, a little wheezy, greyed around the edges. But if she opened her mouth you’d remember her. She’s just that kind of woman. A ‘true blue’ Aussie who smoked like a chimney and swore like a sailor, and truth to tell wasn’t afraid of the occasional drink or two either.
She was colourful. Funny as a fight who’d just as likely express her appreciation for you by telling you to “Fuck Off” as give you a hug. More likely, truth to tell.
I could write a 1000 words and still not sum her up. But she loved her kids, and her grandkids, and her kid’s friends (me) and she made her peace with God without losing any of the things about her that made her so unique.
She would sit in church and quietly mock the pastor and the trappings of the church but she never mocked God, keeping her bargain with him right up till the last. And I just know the two of them are sitting up in heaven having a glass of wine and a fag and she’s bending his ear about her kids, and about her grandkids. She always did bend his ear about them. She’s not about to stop now.
You may not remember the old lady who lived in that blue house near the corner of the street. The crazy house with that wild, crazy ornamented garden but I will. I’m glad I knew her, glad I ate from her barbeque, glad I laughed with her and her kids and glad that I could call her ‘Trouble’. She was that for sure, but she was also my best mate’s mum. And all of us who knew her are going to miss her something fierce.
We’ll have a drink or two for you on Friday Helen, and many more to come, I’m sure.
Thanks for the memories.
Godspeed.
