A mini cyclone blew through the door last Monday. It was the girls' first day back at school after being off sick for a week. They were hit with the news that the next day was Book Parade day and they had to choose a doctor in a story, give a speech to the class and dress up. Emily said she had chosen hers, although I never did understand who it was. Carissa needed a doctor. Without being able to read a book, it was easier to choose a real doctor, so we looked up info about Patch Adams, the clown doctor. They had seen the Robin Williams movie, so it was easy.
Bright and early next morning, Lindy had them up here in their costumes. I still didn't find out who Emily represented but predictably, beneath her warm jacket, her costume was skimpy!
We've had 2" of glorious rain and everything is much greener. The crop dusters have been busy at the airport beside us but we don't know what it is they are spraying.
The monthly market was on yesterday and we spent a lovely morning browsing. It seems that the Council would like to remove this market from the park because they are trying to charge the stallholders $55 a month each, for insurance.
The vintage car display was excellent and I chose a nice old Rolls Royce! We spoke to an older couple who were pleased to tell us about their elegant old car, a 1928 Packard. They drive it everywhere, with a similar or better fuel economy to modern cars. The lady loved the features like the tasselled side curtains and the brass rail that holds a rug in the back seat. They said that all of their children and grandchildren want it left to them. As they can't work it out fairly, they plan to leave it to no one in particular and "let them fight it out for themselves."
Steve jabbered on happily about cars he had owned and disposed of before he was 15 ......... A '26 A Model Ford and a '48 Mercury with a V8 and "big as the side of a house, iridescent black". I could have cheerfully clobbered him!! Where are these cars now when he would really have appreciated them!!! He and his mates, who all had cars too, used them to go to each others' houses, through the bush. Long before they were licensed to drive, they learnt how to manoeuvre their cars in difficult circumstances and to do basic repairs. This is an opportunity I would love for our grandkids.
After we got home, I discovered that his A model Ford had no body; it was just a chassis on wheels; his mate Greg built a wooden tray for the back so that they could transport the tent and other camping gear, as the group of 7 or 8 often went camping and fishing. What an idyllic childhood! What smart parents they had! Another tale that came to mind concerned Graeme Bruns, the older brother of Neville Bruns, who used to play for Geelong. Graeme told the gang that his parents were going to Bendigo with another family, for the races, so the bunch of them wagged school and Graeme "borrowed" the family car for a day out in the bush. Unfortunately, the car got scratched and Graeme was found out. Pity! Graeme didn't hang out much with that group of boys because he was a big footy star in the making and was frequently at practice. Sadly, Graeme came down on his head at a footy match when he was a teenager and ended up with brain damage.
We went out for a beautiful dinner last night, courtesy of Dom and Mandy, as a Fathers' Day present. I don't think we should eat for a week. What a pity it doesn't work that way!
Off now for a massage with Tom. I haven't been swimming at the main pool, where he is located. The two hot pools there are 39.8 and 41.8, too hot for me. The cool pool is 28C, too cool at present but not for much longer.
Love to my family and friends,
Laurie
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