It’s easy to grab that catchphrase that says 3 Weddings and a Funeral, and guilty as charged, I did say that over the weekend. Only to Tress, however.
So a third wedding there was for Tress and I over the weekend, but not before our usual weekend routines, of sorts. On Friday night, we checked out a new place for dinner. It’s a very small Thai place around the corner from our home. The food was nice (I enjoyed the fishcakes and green curry) and the owners were lovely. These days, I no longer fret about whether a place was BYO. This drinks-free experience has brought some new dimensions for yours truly.
On Saturday morning, we slept in a touch, took the younger fella for a walk, then came back to some chores. Tress went to the hairdresser and I busied myself with the James Sterling at the back fence and other “gardening” tasks. The neighbour to our back caught me when I was on the ladder trying to reach their end of the hedges, and asked if she could borrow the trimmer to do their side of the fence. It didn’t take long for me to work out it’d be far quicker if I volunteered to do it for them instead so I tossed the extension chord across the fence, and took my extended pole trimmer for a walk around to Bindy Street. I introduced myself and after a number of years, finally learned my back neighbours’ names. The guy is Maz, and his wife is Elly. Maz and I trimmed the JS on their backyard, and although that took more time and effort out of me, the hedge did look better.
Tress then returned and before long, reminded me of the time. I quickly finished up, tidied things and showered before dropping the boys at Heather’s and we then went and got a quick lunch at FHC. We left for Yarra Valley just before 3pm and got to the weddng venue just before 4pm.
Nathan is the eldest child of Vincent and Christina, our friend from UNSW days in Sydney. They live and work in Miri, Sarawak. Nathan was to marry Marisa, her Indonesian bride. They’ve both been living and working in Melbourne in recent years and we had met them a few months back when Vincent and Christina made one of their visits to Melbourne. We also caught up with our other old UNSW friends. Ing Tung and Chin Moi were there, happy to have sold their long time home earlier in the day. I sat next to Alfred, and had a decent conversation about what he’s been up to. He’s been having some “word” experience that will likely take him to northern NSW in the coming days. He may relocate to live there, and do whatever “God leads”. We also talked about forms of ministries and service, and he told me his beliefs about a coming global food shortage and ensuing famine. It sounded like he has been on an incredible journey of views and visions that will take him on quite a ride. We also caught up again with Frank and Margaret, as well as Elijah who is a clergy with the Methodists, and his wife Amy. Chui Boon was also there and we were all seated at the same table and had a good time chatting and catching up.
On Sunday, we again slept in a little. Not having the boys at home with us meant we were freed from the usual canine related chores. We still ended up late at St Alf’s however, and took in the service with most men away at the Men’s Camp in Belgrave Heights. After the service, we grabbed lunch in a new place that served tumeric laden chicken. It was very good. We then picked up some groceries, went back for a quick cook of the week’s lunches, before I washed the cars. The drive to t he wedding venue included a stretch of unpaved road that kicked up loads of dust that coated the car, and the beautifully sunny day meant it was very inviting to be outside and washing the cars gave me the perfect excuse to remain outside for a couple of hours. We then walked the younger one, before returning to finally put our feet up. We watched a bit of a new film (“Nowhere”, about a dystopian world where a pregnant lady ended up in a container that was adrift in the ocean, with an infant to care for). We could not finish the film and had to go to bed, where I resumed reading LOTR on the kindle before drifting to zzz…
Ante 