Anyway not a lot to report from last week and the weekend.
Since I wrote the first few lines the weather has warmed up. Yesterday, it was overcast and there were a few spits of rain but I dragged the gardening club from Tebbutt outside to put mulch on the plants. We will be planting some dahlia's next week according to our Baptist minister that comes every so often with his plants and tools to administer his gardening acknowledge and put us on the right track. So we prepared the soil for these also.
After lunch I was at the microphone again asking a variety of trivia questions. One of the resident even told me when I arrived in the morning that he wouldn't be at trivia as he had to go
to hospital to have some tests done and that he was very disappointed.
When I get that microphone in my hands I change into a different person. It makes me feel as if I have all this power. Anyway, I made them listen to a poem I wanted to read and they all stayed. Maybe it was because it was too much of an effort for them to get out of their lounge chairs.
After trivia one of the older gentleman on a walking frame came up to me and said "I know where you are going now, home" I said "yes, that is right". He said "would you mind doing me a favour and buying me from the shops around the corner 4 packets of Continental Chicken Noodle Soup (4 in a packet) "and gave me $20. I said, "ok" but thought this is a bit of an nuisance as I had to get the car, drive down to the shops and come back again.
I hadn't been to these shops before but managed to stubble across them from the directions I had been given. There was a little supermarket, a hamburger/milkbar shop and some other shop. The supermarket did have packets of soup but there were no Chicken Noodle so I thought I would go to a convenience shop at Terry Rd I used to call into on my way home from Eastwood some years ago if it was still there . I found the shop but that too didn't have any Chicken Noodle. By this time I was getting rather fed up and just wanted to drive on home but I had this chap's $20 note and had promised him I would do it. I was now on a mission and was determined to get that soup so I headed towards Carlingford Court and Woolworths. Of course, when I entered the complex I got stuck in a line of traffic. I finally found a car space and rushed in a purchased the soup and headed back to Dundas. When I arrived I handed the bag and change to Vicki who said I was not to do that again as the residents were not allowed to ask me to do favours for them (I don't think she had noticed it had taken me an hour). That's ok with me but I suppose Les got a talking too.
Last night's show, Nightcafe, at the Riverside Theatre was a bit of a disaster too. It was billed as "Exhilarating dance and live gypsy music, whipped into a frenzy. It will have you jumping out of your seat wanting more. Nightcafe is an alcohol fuelled chaos where the audience will be ducking the flying furniture."
We were trapped on a stage and couldn't just sneak out. They were tossing wine bottles, glasses (all plastic of course) and chairs around and dancing with them for about an hour. Then they were getting the audience to get up and dance to music that was not very suitable. When there was a bit of a lull a couple of people got up and we followed them out and a number of people followed us. The best part of the evening was you could take food and drinks in and we had purchased a package of strawberries, cheese, dried apricot and biscuits to eat.
Melissa has booked her trip and will be spending Christmas with us. It will be nice to have all my fledglings together. She arrives in Sydney at 8.45am on Monday 14th December and will be departing at 7.50pm on Sunday 27th December. Have I got that right Melissa.
Great news Melissa.
Yes, that sounds right! Two questions: What is that unexplained photo of a coffee and bird biscuit? What was the poem you read after trivia? One of your own?
ReplyDeleteIn answer to your questions Melissa, the tea and biscuit represent morning tea at Tebbutt Lodge. Although I haven't served any of those bird biscuits. They must have been made especially for that picture. The poem was about 'what is happiness' and I found it in a magazine at the Lodge and liked it.
ReplyDeletei'm pretty sure the bird is the wesley mission 'dove' but at work we call it the pigeon - the rat with wings.
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