I’ve been mentally writing posts all week.
Rivetting, witty posts
… and whiny, self-pitying posts
because it’s been one of ‘those’ weeks.
You all know the kind I mean. Mixed. Really quite good stuff and not so good stuff.
Anyway, basically, as you will have guessed, none of those mental posts ever quite made it out of the shower [ where I seem to do my best blog writing ] and onto the computer keyboard.
So once again, it’s going to be one of the kind of posts that are mainly photos.
Sunday was the 150th anniversary of our local railway station and also, linked to that, a family day in the park adjacent to said station. There were all the standbyes of this sort of event. Sausage sizzles, bouncy castle, live entertainment – which included the Peace Choir, which is comprised of parents and friends of the Day Service that David attends, as well as clients and staff of some of the other mental health related organisations in town, augmented by some of the girls from our a capella womens’ choir, the Chat warblers [ both choirs being under the choral direction of the lovely Jane Thompson ]
Despite competing with a stiff breeze and the occasional steam train, our half hour or so of harmonising went quite well I thought.
David thoroughly approved of the singing, snags, fire engines, steam train, red balloon
face painting by lovely lovely Ambah, a local artist [ and knitter ]
I asked her to keep it simple for Dave because I wasn’t sure how he’d respond but he sat ever so quietly and kept his eyes closed when asked to. The grin on his face when he saw himself in the mirror was priceless.
There didn’t seem to be anyone waiting at that point so I figured ‘what the hell. Why not? Why should the kids have all the fun?’
It was kinda fun watching people’s reactions in the supermarket and later when I had to go collect my quilts from the Town Hall. It seemed such a shame that I had to wash it all off at bedtime.
If you can’t be a butterfly in Castlemaine, then you can’t be a butterfly anywhere.
the rest of the week has included half a very gentle dance class, a major fibro flare, a wee bit of machine patchwork, peanut butter fudge [ curse you Pinterest ] a lot of time horizontalling on the couch, almost no gardening
although Nadie and Chris’ wedding anniversary iris flowered right on time for Tuesday. Happy second Anniversary!
the rigid plastic one-size-fits-nobody-else-in-the-world-‘cept-me wrist brace I was fitted for last week, and didn’t tell you about because I couldn’t figure out how to do that without sounding whiny and self-pitying
has, as of yesterday afternoon, been joined by this one on the other wrist.
Looks and feels as though someone cut up a wetsuit.
and the cats really don’t care about unswept floors or unmade beds, so long as I can still tear open a box of kibble.