9 October 2009

Sneaking it in before the witching hour

Gosh you people have strong opinions regarding squirrels don't you? No we don't have squirrels, but we have Enid Blyton books in which cheerful youngsters have pet squirrels who do not bite, no, they scamper up to sit on their young masters' shoulders, nattering endearingly in their little red furry squirrelly ways.

Son #1 is home, showered and proclaiming the camp awesome. When I asked if he had been warm enough he replied brightly "Almost!"

Also, it did not rain, hail or thunder once. That's what happens when you live in a state that is as large as many of the world's countries - the north of the state has a completely different climate. It was sunny and dry and get this, they swam in the Murray every day. Teenagers are tough.

I just saw Mao's Last Dancer at the cinema with a friend (Son #1 was whisked away by his father and brothers to a very important soccer match so I felt no maternal guilt at going out tonight, on this, his first night home). The film was rather beautiful to look at, the dancing was absolutely magnificent and there was a thoroughly cathartic weep towards the end, but oh there were some cringeworthy scenes and dialogue. But it's a true story (must read book now) and did you know Li Cunxin is now a stockbroker, living in Kew (suburb of Melbourne)? How about that. We played spot the Australian actor - Penne Hackforth-Jones (nearly didn't get that one as she was not wearing a bonnet or kneading bread in an early settler kitchen), Jack Thompson under a large beard, etc. And the pumpkin risotto at Trotters was up to its usual standard so all up it was a good night.

Tired now. Bed.


8 comments:

Heather said...

Oh squirrels, I do have strong feelings. I'll keep them to myself.

sooz said...

I have no feelings about squirrels, nothing to keep to myself. Penne, dear Penne...the memories. Love her. And the mere mention of trotters makes me feel all homesick...glad the boy made it home alive and well :-)

Mookah said...

Been thinking about that boy of yours this week....glad he's home safe and sound....and had fun!

Tania said...

I wouldn’t say I was overly concerned about squirrels or any strong feelings they may have but I do like to avoid Disappointed Kid Syndrome come Christmas morn. Within reason, of course (in which case, perhaps you shouldn't move to a squirrel-infested nation).

Very glad #1 is back and now non-whiffy.

Karen said...

Well, they ARE a bother if you have birdfeeders. But, hey, they're all God's little critters, right?

Stacey said...

So glad the boy made it home in one piece.
I was thinking of you when they were talking about Steiner schools on the ABC this morning. Would have been very interesting were it not for Tracey Bartram monopolising with her own Steiner experiences. A few years back we went walking in England's Lake District and were oohing and aahing over the squirrels much to the amusement of our English friends. It goes to show that one person's squirrel is another's possum.

Sarah said...

My grandparents had a pet squirrel named Zeke who they carried about in a cage in the car... My daughter #1 would not have responded like your sun #1 --she's a melancholic and would have sighed and sniffed a bit, just to show me how cold it was :)

Stomper Girl said...

Glad your boy is home and was almost warm enough.