Ticking over…


Last Friday, the clock ticked over another year since I was born and I’m a year closer to meeting my maker. Tress took me to a Japanese restaurant that is a favourite of ours, and we had a quiet but lovely dinner. She also got me a nice bottle of red. I also had the team celebrate the occasion for me with a lovely cake earlier that arvo, and kiddo rang and we talked a little bit. So, I felt loved…

Back home after dinner, we watched Richmond overhaul Geelong to earn a spot in this Sat’s Grand Final. Lynch, who signed from Gold Coast last year, looked unstoppable, as was “human meatball” Dion Prestia. The next day we caught the Giants holding on to play their first Grand Final. They had lead the Pies for the whole game on a dirty day. It was so low scoring that the 27 points the Pies needed at the start of the last quarter, was more than the 22 they had kicked in the first three. It looked impossible but the Pies clawed back and bombed into the Giants’ 50 unrelentingly but the Giants held fast and won by 4 points. The Pies players looked spent and dejected, but Tress and I felt upbeat of sorts.

We had spent the day cleaning, and just pottering around to put away, as much as possible, the winter’s mounting dust, weeds, cobwebs etc. We were going to someone’s home for lunch on Sunday so we went and got some drinks to bring along, as well as to shop for the week’s cook – we did all that later in the arvo, getting home just in time for the aforesaid Giants’ battle with the Pies.

On Sunday, after St Alf’s, we came home, packed some stuff and drove the 5 minutes or so to Peter and Tanya’s home. When we first got to St Alf’s more than 6 years ago, Peter had just lost his wife. We knew Tanya from almost day one in St Alf’s. They’re both really nice people but when they got together and married, around the same time Kiddo and Mic did, we were as surprised as anyone in St Alf’s. They invited us to their home for lunch a few weeks ago but Tress had a birthday party on so we finally made it yesterday. Other than us, they had also invited Daniel and Susan, a couple originally from America. We spent the arvo chatting and it was really nice getting to know these 2 older couples better.

Back home after 4pm, I hurriedly started the week’s cook and Tress got the little fellow out to the oval. Later that evening, we settled down to watch some tv. I continued with my streaming of the Bosch series and then we watched the building/construction reality show. Bosch has been a fascinating and often gripping series – not a good thing to finish up a weekend  that has hitherto been domestic relaxation sort. Harry Bosch the dramatis personae however, has grey hair and is probably of the same vintage as yours truly. He gives me hope that the clock may have ticked but one can still be effective, and cool…