It was an antipodean Father’s Day weekend so on Friday night. Tress treated me to a nice dinner in a local Japanese restaurant. We got there early, at 6.30 pm, and it was buzzing. We couldn’t even find a parking space and had to park across a very busy Springvale Road, and walk across that main thoroughfare back into the restaurant.
There was no footy on Friday night – it’s finals season and the first finals game won’t come on till later this week, so we watched something else and went to bed early.
The next morning, we took the little fellow for his extended weekend walk, then we came back and i gave the plants some nutritional supplements, before cleaning up to head to the tax agent up the road from our place. The lady who has been doing our tax returns dished out the “death and taxes” line, in an attempt to soothe the bad news about the amounts of tax both Tress and I had to pay. Maybe it’s time to do a bit more tax planning.
After the tax returns were sorted, we met a young mum at FHC, and sold her the baby gym set we had bought for Abby, before heading to Blackburn Station to pick up Nicole and Jon. Nicole had come to Melbourne for a job interview. She has been very open about not staying in Taree any longer than she could, and would move down to Melbourne as soon as she gets a job here. She’d know later this month. We took them to our favourite Malaysian place in Donvale, ate and talked, before coming home for a little while to sort out the dogs, and then we went to The Glen for some coffee, groceries and for Nicole to also do some shopping. At about 4pm. we dropped them off at the GW train station for them to track back into the city.
As always, it was really good to catch up with family. Two consecutive weekends – last week with Kiddo, Mic and Abby and this, albeit a much shorter one, with Nicole and Jon – were indeed a treat.
On Sunday at St Alf’s, Peter talked about stuff to deal with the “signs and wonders” and “power” themes that Ken Fish had raised a few weeks earlier. It was a terrific sermon, dampened only by an announcement at the end of the services, that St Alf’s has been defrauded a substantial amount of money. A big unauthorised direct debit was made to an unknown person’s ATO account and a smaller amount was also debited without authorisation. The treasurer who made that announcement, was articulate, methodical and clinical in his description of what happened and in his remedial plans, but was distraught at the same time. He clearly is a top notched treasurer, who is not only skilled and smart but also cared for St Alf’s and the stewardship role he has. As we left, I said to Tress I was confident we should recover the money. I hope we do.
We then went for lunch, did a bit more grocery shopping, then went home where I did some “feed and weed” on the lawns before I did the usual weekend cook. The day was gorgeous with plenty of sun and very balmy, so I was decked out in shorts – first time in months. That may have been my undoing however, because as the evening wore on and we took the boys to the oval, cooler conditions took over and overnight, I felt like I was going crook. I woke up this morning not feeling 100% but went out for my morning workout anyway. It wasn’t a good run at all, slowing down to simply walk briskly numerous times, because I was just feeling off.
We’re well and truly into spring now but somehow, my tired old body feels just stuck and tired like winter would never leave these creaking and aching joints.
Ante 