Last week totally got away from me – I failed to blog twice, which is highly unusual.
My excuse: I was tired from my epic Melbourne journey and life got super hectic. There was medical stuff to sort out for the kids, there was rental stuff to sort out for the kids, there was rental stuff for DD to sort out for his kids, there were appointments with solicitors, there were friends visiting from Newcastle, there was a livestream of Putricia the death flower to watch and various other random issues involving snake wranglers and lion dance troupes (a loooooong story for another time).
Anyways, it was pretty full on and blogging opportunities were few and far between.
Thank heavens for the long weekend.
But before I tell you about that, I’ll circle back to Putricia.
Just in case you missed the excitement, Putricia the death flower unfurled in the Sydney Botanic Garden last week and became a media sensation.
The plant, also known as Amorphophallus titanum, has the biggest, smelliest flower spike in the world. According to The Guardian, those who saw Putricia in real life reported that she looked like a ‘deformed penis’ and smelled like a dead possum.
And people couldn’t get enough of her.
Botanic Gardens of Sydney’s social feed was chockablock with updates during the countdown to Putricia blooming and there was even a livestream of her unfurling to satisfy demand from fans.
Almost 20,000 people – including the eldest – lined up to catch a whiff of Putricia, as did thousands of people online.
Some attendees even wore celebratory Putricia hats for the occasion.
Other people were perturbed by the hullaballo, as per below …
I found the Putricia pandemonium totally captivating, possibly because it was such a welcome antidote to the nightmare news stories coming out of the United States every two seconds.
In other weekend news, the eldest’s aunt took one for the team and went flat hunting for us. sending fabulous photos, videos and reviews of each place. I think we submitted about four or five applications so fingers crossed one comes through (we missed out on the two we applied for last week.
On Saturday night DD and I went to my sister’s place for the most delicious slow-cooked Thai red curry pork shoulder.
Sooooooo good.
On Sunday I did housework. Bulk fun. Not. And then belatedly remembered at 4pm in the afternoon that I’d been invited to do something that would have been bulk fun, a BBQ gathering at a friend’s house. I am choosing to blame exhaustion rather than memory loss.
On Sunday night I went to my friend Ania’s 60th birthday, which featured a silent disco with a harbour view. I’m now a silent disco convert, absolutely loved it.
Ania is a former skipping mum so I got to catch up with the mum of the youngest’s former skipping coach. I miss the skipping years, sigh. Ania is also randomly friends with my old neighbour, so I had fun chatting with her too.
In another women are from Venus men moment, it occurred to me that middle aged men do not generally care for dancing with wild abandon, whereas middle aged women find it intoxicatingly joyful.
(DD posed with the headphones but studiously avoided any bopping, even when Blondie came on. As did 99 per cent of the other blokes in attendance.)
Monday was much more sedate, just a walk with a friend and a beach swim followed by dinner with DD.
Hello Tuesday, what do you have in store for me?
Hope your long weekend was a good one.
Song of the day: Eddie Vedder “Stuff and nonsense”
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