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Happy Father’s Day M!

I bought him breakfast. Z ate it. He drank the coffee.

Chrome Bumpers and Vintage Vans

This morning I dragged M and Small Z off to Cora Lynn. It sounds like we’re visiting someone related to someone who sang ‘The White Cliffs of Dover’, doesn’t it? But no. Cora Lynn is about ten or so minutes past Koo Wee Rup, and that’s where this thing was on.

It was a kind of vintage car and vintage caravan rally, with a swap meet on one side and a jumping castle on the other. We bypassed the jumping castle. The swap meet stuff wasn’t bad, quite a lot of hopeful overpricing – there was less stuff there than I thought there would be.

I spied a Humber as we drove past on our way in, but I have seen a lot of them in my life, and was keener to check out the vintage caravans. I was really hoping to see other Sunliners like mine, but there was only one, and it was not the same vintage. Prior to today I have always been a bit anti-bondwood, more pro-fibreglass… but that was before I toured a Roadmaster from 1956. One word. Swoonworthy.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get a photo of one, but I took plenty of others…

Last of the Chrome Bumpers- 2009
Last of the Chrome Bumpers- 2009
Last of the Chrome Bumpers- 2009
Last of the Chrome Bumpers- 2009
Last of the Chrome Bumpers- 2009

As soon as we got in the car to go home, Small Z conked out, and stayed asleep all the way home. We got to our gate, looked at the clock, remembered the time difference (hello! daylight savings!) and realised that this meant the real estate agent would be turning up to show someone through in ten minutes time. We kept driving, all the way to Hastings, and spent the rest of the afternoon there, in the playground and the cafe.

Hastings Playground
Her dadda's sunglasses

Sunday night

My paltry post last night before crashing out in the caravan was an admittedly desperate attempt to keep my posts to a daily basis.

We drove to Brighton yesterday to have lunch with some people we met a few years ago, prior to them going to sea in a very large catamaran. Since we saw them back then they were shipwrecked (that is not a sentence I have written before), and have also bought at least one more boat. Anyway, they had a lot of boaty stuff that they are planning to sell, and M was invited to go through it all to see if there was anything for our very large boat.

He found quite a bit, I think. And we spent all afternoon with them, their dogs, their barbeque, and all their boaty stuff covering their deck for M to purvey. After that we left (with the caravan in tow) to go to L&D’s house in Bentleigh, where we were expected the following afternoon for L’s birthday celebrations. They were about three minutes away.

Small Z and Chloe Rose were very excited with each other, pushing back their respective bedtimes with their overtired glee. Finally Small Z was sleeping in the caravan, Chloe was in her bed, and we all retired to the garage and had a drink, feeling momentarily like people who had never procreated…except for the boxes of baby clothes that were stored within my line of sight.

I’m not sure whether it was my large glass of wine, the homeopathic stuff I had given Small Z for her teething, the lack of a day nap, or the planets aligning, but MY GOD we had a good night’s sleep. I was so tempted to spend another night in the front garden, just to have another one.

We spent this morning at Bentleigh Market, which I could have easily stayed at for at least another hour. I got a glass teapot, Oliver Sacks’ autobiography, March by Geraldine Brooks – and a few books for Small Z, who, it seems, can never have too many. Breakfasted at a cafe because we could. Then went home and tried to be a little helpful in preparing for visitors later in the afternoon.

Chloe pushes Zoe

The afternoon was lovely, despite some odd and intermittent showers. Lots of cheese, chips and cheesecake and lamingtons. Talk of iPhones and developing apps, as well as ongoing toddler wrangling and peacekeeping. Happy Birthday L!!


Sunny day, everything’s A-OK…

A day that began with me going on a solo bike ride. Down the street. To get some milk and go to the chemist. Most of you won’t find this at all intriguing. But for me, being able to take off, on my own, and ride to SOMETHING that is not the park, the pier or the one shop, left me almost breathless with possibility. Or at least with a feeling of freedom – it felt like I hadn’t had that sort of feeling for a long while.

This is how people must feel when they move from a small, slightly isolated locality? The thing about all the places M and I have lived over the past five years (- or is it SEVEN? Now I come to ponder it…) we have never lived anywhere we have intended to stay for long. In Hervey Bay, it was always…’when the house is finished’…and now it is… ‘and when the catamaran is finished’. There is always a longer goal.

Of course, the longer goal is actually somewhere where we would really like to live for a good long while. Get a black faced sheep. Some chooks. You know, after we, um, win lotto or something. But anyway, for the meantime, Hastings is ringing my bells. The house moving has receded and my fatigue is improving. (Have I mentioned that that other January 2010 venture included nightweaning Small Z for the FINAL time? It was hard, but is now a total blessing.)

Today was our best day so far. My morning bike ride was followed by some noodling around the house, some cleaning, M and Small Z in the garden putting up Oomoo’s sail, and then being visited by Mr and Master H for lunch. We then headed back to Somers beach, all in my car. Master H commented, while settling himself into the back next to Small Z and I;

“This car is very 1980s!”

So sage for an eight year old. I was delighted to inform him it was a 1981 model. Mr H’s head fitted fetchingly out of the sunroof. It was all good. Somers beach was a hit, the water was warm and our beach tent solid. M brought down the canoe/kayak thingy and took Small Z out on it (this is her most favourite thing to do since she has been two. Then we got to watch Mr and Master H cavort with the kayak thing in the waves, while rubbing life back into Small Z’s cold little body…

We headed home to passionfruit gelati and cups of tea. If I could press repeat on the whole day, I would.

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