“Really great people make you feel that you, too, can become great.” Mark Twain
It’s been a week of friends. This is quite an achievement for a self confessed ISTJ introvert but I’m holding my own. (Late nights and noise canceling headphones help…) But the truth is I’ve been loving it. It does this body good to be reminded of the sterling people around my world.
Charm and Just spent a week here, all tucked into my shoebox of a flat. Charm is a sterling musician and one of the best bits of the week for me was to spend an afternoon around the piano singing along to some of my favourite Jazz standards interspersed with quality piano solos. I’m pretty stoked that they’re coming over again next year, so we can do it all again. Actually, quite apart from the musical benefit, as someone I’ve known since she was 14 it’s fantastic to see what a great woman she’s become and great that we’ve stayed friends! Even though I’m an old duck by comparison… And Just? A brilliant choice of partner for her and fast becoming a great friend to me too! Guys, January can’t come fast enough!
Kirk and The Guy had us all for lunch and provided the piano, and well, as she reads this regularly I don’t want to embarrass her. But she’s been to hell and back with me and there’s no one else I’d rather have there too. Hardly fair on her… but that’s the test of a good friend really, that and whenever I need corned beef I only have to ask and they’ll throw it in the pot. Oh, and she’s the mother of my 2 favourite Australians which makes her a gold medal winner.
Then there’s Shoe who’s back in Sydney after 15 months away. She’s back. That’s bloody awesome in my book. As sterling single women of a certain age we’re both prizes that are yet to be snapped up. It can’t come soon enough for either of us to be honest, but while we wait we are going to have some fun painting the town together, let me assure you!! We started tonight here. We’ll be back… in Margarita season. (Who am I kidding… every season’s a Margarita one!)
Monday night saw me at the MacFriends place. Now there’s where you go when you want deep and meaty conversation. If you can fit it in around the kids coming and going and climbing all over you and the chatter and the dinner and the ridiculous Skype conversations with the neighbours up the road. Mrs MacFriend is a regular reader too… and so this is a ‘Hi’ for you busy mum… you rock, I love hanging out there! We may not get to hang out often but it’s worth it when we do!
Ok, so I think I’m approaching the cheese border line. I’ll forego all the other gushing I may have been tempted to do when thinking about my fabulous friends. But before I go I did have one other social engagement on the weekend.
One that really could be considered a bit of Boy Action…
Heh, that woke you up!
If you’ve been around here long enough you’ll remember Clayton. Well… finally after months of talking about it we finally hooked up.
Sunday night he came over to admire the Mac and talk about web development and projects we’ve got going on. I cooked him dinner and actually, if I had taken him at his suggestion and gone out to eat I would never have burned my fingers.See Extended Entry Guess that’s what you get for diffusing the ‘potential date’ scenario by attempting to create a casual ‘friends hanging out at home’ vibe. It’s either that or it was the cunningly calculated ‘ouch, I’m an invalid, can you please ‘carve the chicken’ for me’ man trap ploy…
*bats eyelashes and passes the knife…*
Ok, seeing as so many people have asked… here’s the burn story. You’ll be sorry you asked really, it ain’t that innerestin…
I cooked up a roast dinner for Clayton on Sunday evening. As I was restoring the crockpot (slow cooker) to space in which it belongs I carefully lifted it above my head to place it on the shelf.
The thing with a crockpot is that the outside is lukewarm due to its being made of plastic … the internals are lest accommodating I’m afraid, given that they’re made of heat conducting metal…
Anyway I lost balance, the crockpot slipped and my fingers went over the edge to the hotzone…
OWWWWWWW. And I spent the evening, trying to hold onto anything that was cool enough to make it feel slightly more comfortable.
Happily though, today being Tuesday and all, it’s feeling much better and I can type unimpeded…