Saturday reminded us we live in Melbourne, a city known for its quick changes in weather. Reputed as having four seasons in a day, we sometimes forget we need to embrace this oddity, simply by being prepared and adaptable.
I had hoped to apply some products on the garden – feed and weed for the lawns, weed killers for the unwanted growth behind the shed, and seasol for the plants.
When we got up however, a very grey sky greeted us and before long, the skies opened up and the rain put paid to all my plans.
Tress had however, plans to go into the city to catch up with some friends over lunch and so we decided I should drop her off at the station, instead of her parking there.
After dropping Tress, I headed to the library, hoping to follow up Scott Turow’s forgettable book with something like from Tim Winton. I had earlier ploughed through Mike Bird’s super heavy going “Gospel of the Lord” and one airport novel isn’t enough to help digest the heavy meal. I couldn’t find anything however, so after about half an hour, I took off and headed to get some groceries.
I went back home with the groceries, prepared and marinated the meat for the cook the next day, had some lunch at home, and then headed to an Asian shop to pick up some goodies.
I had ordered some funky durian the day before, on the FB page of that grocery store. On a whim and suddenly feeling indulgent, the “Raub Musang King” variety sounded too luxurious to pass up. It cost a little bundle and there were only less than a dozen pieces from the single fruit but I headed home with the treasure, tightly sealed away in the fridge.
The rain had started to ease up but it was still very wet, and I lounged around the home, waiting for Tress to let me know she’d be back.
She had a great lunch, so I nibbled a “preliminary” bite of the delicious durian that night.
On Sunday, the rain had stopped but it was still on the cool side. After St Alf’s we did our usual stuff – lunch and a bit more grocery shopping – before we went home. Tress then went out for her ethereal hunt and I did the week’s cook.
I washed the very dirty cars after the cook – it’s always therapeutic, liberating even, when I get things cleaned, particularly the cars. Especially the MX5.
Later that evening, with the sun shining brightly, we took the little guy for his walk and then partook of the remainder of the durian. It was very good. It was a delicious end to an otherwise wet and gloomy weekend.