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The Windmill of Love
Jul. 26th, 2015 09:53 pmShall I try my seven-day posting schedule this week? Yes, why not. Thursday might be an issue, because, like Wille Nelson, I am going to be on the road again, but let's see how we go.
As mentioned, I went to the Melbourne Craft Fair yesterday. Sadly, the ALP conference was held in a different part of the building to the craft fair, so the quilters were not mingling with the politicos. Boo. All I saw was a row of TV vans lined up.
(I am currently watching Pompeii, which could also be called Jon Snow versus the Volcano. I love a good volcano film. This is not a good volcano film. We haven't even seen the volcano yet, because the film had to start in Brittania so Jon Snow didn't have to pretend to be Italian.)
On the train on the way home, the woman sitting across the aisle from my mother kept looking over at her, before finally saying, "Excuse me, were you a midwife in 1978? I think you delivered my daughter." You would think that would be the only random meeting we would have, but on the platform another woman touched my arm and said, "I just want to say I really like your blue house." It turns out she lives on the same street and knows what I look like, even though I have never seen her before. ("She lives higher up the hill," said my mother. "She's probably up there spying down on everyone.")
The reason for the Craft Fair trip, apart from going to the Craft Fair, was that John's son agreed to stay with John to give my mother the weekend off. So my mother had two nights in town, which was nice. Alistair is used to her now, enough used to her to be picked up and played with, and he was even feeling brave enough to jump on her knee for about ten seconds before deciding to sit next to her instead.
(Jon Snow has just impressed a rich Italian lady with his ability to put down horses.)
I muted the TV when the phone rang earlier (which turned out to be someone wanting to talk to me about the state government's energy-saving light bulb program, which... is a good idea, but can you even buy non-energy-efficient light bulbs now? I don't think I could be non-energy-efficient even if I wanted to.) Anyway, I came back to find the TV showing a sketch of a man. He's got kind eyes, I thought, then un-muted the TV to find that I was looking at a police drawing of Al Capone. Oops.
(A horse has just been spooked by mysterious bubbling in a pond. What's causing that, hmmm?)
(Jon Snow's rich Italian lady friend is supposed to marry Senator Keifer Sutherland, who killed Jon Snow's parents and enslaved Jon Snow back in the day. What are the odds?)
(Jon Snow's name in this film is Milo, which is very funny because, to me, Milo is a malt-based milky drink. Jon Snow also has an African gladiator friend whose name is Atticus, which seems unfortunate given what I have heard about the recent Harper Lee novel.)
(One third of the way through the film and the damn volcano hasn't erupted yet. That's all I want, film. Lava, and lots of it.)
As mentioned, I went to the Melbourne Craft Fair yesterday. Sadly, the ALP conference was held in a different part of the building to the craft fair, so the quilters were not mingling with the politicos. Boo. All I saw was a row of TV vans lined up.
(I am currently watching Pompeii, which could also be called Jon Snow versus the Volcano. I love a good volcano film. This is not a good volcano film. We haven't even seen the volcano yet, because the film had to start in Brittania so Jon Snow didn't have to pretend to be Italian.)
On the train on the way home, the woman sitting across the aisle from my mother kept looking over at her, before finally saying, "Excuse me, were you a midwife in 1978? I think you delivered my daughter." You would think that would be the only random meeting we would have, but on the platform another woman touched my arm and said, "I just want to say I really like your blue house." It turns out she lives on the same street and knows what I look like, even though I have never seen her before. ("She lives higher up the hill," said my mother. "She's probably up there spying down on everyone.")
The reason for the Craft Fair trip, apart from going to the Craft Fair, was that John's son agreed to stay with John to give my mother the weekend off. So my mother had two nights in town, which was nice. Alistair is used to her now, enough used to her to be picked up and played with, and he was even feeling brave enough to jump on her knee for about ten seconds before deciding to sit next to her instead.
(Jon Snow has just impressed a rich Italian lady with his ability to put down horses.)
I muted the TV when the phone rang earlier (which turned out to be someone wanting to talk to me about the state government's energy-saving light bulb program, which... is a good idea, but can you even buy non-energy-efficient light bulbs now? I don't think I could be non-energy-efficient even if I wanted to.) Anyway, I came back to find the TV showing a sketch of a man. He's got kind eyes, I thought, then un-muted the TV to find that I was looking at a police drawing of Al Capone. Oops.
(A horse has just been spooked by mysterious bubbling in a pond. What's causing that, hmmm?)
(Jon Snow's rich Italian lady friend is supposed to marry Senator Keifer Sutherland, who killed Jon Snow's parents and enslaved Jon Snow back in the day. What are the odds?)
(Jon Snow's name in this film is Milo, which is very funny because, to me, Milo is a malt-based milky drink. Jon Snow also has an African gladiator friend whose name is Atticus, which seems unfortunate given what I have heard about the recent Harper Lee novel.)
(One third of the way through the film and the damn volcano hasn't erupted yet. That's all I want, film. Lava, and lots of it.)