I’ve been super sensitive over the past few days – I’m blaming it on the dust storm that swept through Sydney.
It put the youngest in bed for a day, coughing and sneezing. It just put me in a weird mood.
As a result, what should have been a fun weekend was not quite right.
It kicked it off with seeing Bill Bailey perform on Friday night – he’s a comedian who mixes satire with historical musings and musical interludes.
There were some very funny moments, but I’ve decided I’m a Kitty Flanagan kinda live comedy gal.
Although … there was one anecdote involving a tatty wildlife park in England where the guy doing the falconry show admitted to Bill that “a lot of them don’t come back” … followed by a “bring in the emu and the large leather glove” riff that reduced me to fits of giggles.
The bit I DIDN’T find amusing AT ALL was when a couple walked into the State Theatre with a six-month-old baby in their arms and sat three rows away from me.
There was no way a six-month-old baby was going to behave themselves at 8pm at night at a live comedy show. No way freaking way. I felt cranky enough about being seated three rows away. I’d have been furious if I was next to them.
The baby didn’t scream or cry throughout the first half, but they certainly made their presence known in the theatre and the couple left at interval.
What the HELL were they THINKING?
I expect someone will go postal on me about parents having a god-given right to bring their babies to live comedy shows that cost two arms and a leg to attend. But I don’t think it’s quite the same as taking them on planes, which is necessary to get from point A to point B. Taking them to a comedy show is plain daft.
Mind you, I was away with the pixies myself on Saturday night. The eldest spotted a stunning full moon rising over our back hedge just after 9pm and convinced me to jump in the car and chase it.
The youngest was in the shower at the time and I yelled “We’re going to photograph the moon” through the door.
The youngest thought we were photographing it in the front yard and gave me quite the pummelling when we finally arrived home an hour later.
The moon proved a little illusive. It was enormous when we were driving up and down hills and dales where there was nowhere to park, but when we got to great vantage points it contracted on us.
The best I managed was this shot as we clambered across a footbridge a few suburbs away:
Yesterday, the youngest had her end-of-year skipping performance. It was fabulous and filled my heart with joy.
Here are a few snaps:
I felt a little sad that I wasn’t going to the celebration dinner afterwards at the local golf club, but it was my ex’s night to have the kids … and we’d already spent more than enough time together over the weekend.
We celebrated the eldest’s birthday with pizza on Friday night and burgers on Saturday lunch time and perched on the stage on Sunday afternoon to watch the youngest skip. I was kinda done with being the happy separated couple.
The youngest was annoyed that I wasn’t going to be there, which is ironic since she’d have spent the night hanging with her skipping besties and not given me a second glance.
My ex texted to let me know she scored a Senior Gold Award and a Freestyle Improvement Award. Go her!
I decided to have a little down time with DD instead. But we were both a bit grouchy and it didn’t quite gel.
We went to a place called The Fernery, which has lovely views of the harbour and should have ticked all the boxes.
It got off to a bad start when I chipped him for taking off his shirt in the street outside the venue – he was changing from a polo into more formal attire.
Then his mum rang to say her computer still isn’t working – he’d only just left there after rebooting it – meaning another hour’s commute to fix it. Sigh.
We sipped nice wine and muddled along for an hour before pulling the pin and heading back to my place for leftover spag bol.
Before we left, I found a pink sparkling from Howard Park … which we happened to sample when we visited Margaret River an age ago, particularly delicious …
DD is off to Japan today on yet another biz trip. And another hectic week begins for me too.
I’m looking forward to things slowing down over Christmas. I am soooooooo close to spent. How about you?
PS Remembering at 11.30pm on a Sunday night that you’ve forgotten to put the bins out is not the most awesome start to a new week. Especially when you know you’ll be woken up by the garbage trucks five hours later. Yawn. Sigh.
Song of the day: Marvin Gaye “What’s goin’ on”