1 November 2005
it's beginning to look a lot like summer
Yesterday was warm. We spent the day at the beach. Today also is warm.
I have worn sleeveless dresses two days in a row. Ceiling fans whir slowly overhead. The dog lazes in the shade of the ash tree. Son No. 1 made pizza for dinner (a sure sign of summer). Son No. 2 and I made orange pudding. Daylight saving has begun, making our evenings deliciously long and light (and assisting our children in not waking quite so early in the mornings).
Today is the day when all of Melbourne comes to a halt for that horse race. The big one. The one that supposedly 'stops a nation'. Children have the day off school; most people get to enjoy a public holiday. Helicopters buzz low over our house constantly, ferrying the Very Important People to and from the racetrack. Range Rovers and BMWs from the leafy eastern suburbs trawl through our much humbler one, ferrying the rich (but not quite so important) people to the track. And the trains and trams are sardine-packed with the ordinary folk. Alternatively, they walk. The children enjoy leaning on the front fence watching the parade of hats, frilly frocks and men in dark suits amble past, looking suitably jaunty and privileged.
At the other end of the day however, it's a different story. Ties are loosened, women carry their high heels, voices are raised, laughs are raucous. Sometimes it's not pretty. But mostly it's fun. We sit on our front verandah, hidden by the triffid-like climbing rose, gin and tonic in hand. People-watching.