Poor Snoopy having to fit in with Sally's plans
Our last day of 2023 was a lovely one. We had a good visit to the Market, where Yvonne had organised a bag of pears for me, as well as all the other goodies she has ready. Morse enjoyed greeting her & Ken, and ate every bit of his pear breakfast. After I had washed all our produce, we got back in the car and went to the Daylesford Cemetery, where Morse chased rabbits to his heart's content. He spent most of the rest of the day snoring his head off.
Wes bought oysters and prawns for our dinner, which was lovely, and we enjoyed the lights of the Christmas Tree for the last time. It was bought on 1st December, and did well to get through to 1st January.
Last roses for 2023 - 4th of July, Glorious, Hot Cocoa & Red Riding Hood, plus Reindogs
On New Year's morning, we walked early, then I did the supermarket shopping at Coles, before we tackled some housework. The first Monday of each month is dedicated to serious cleaning and our bedroom was the receipient of our attention. We shifted everything, vacuumed everywhere, I polished furniture while Wes washed windows & then the floor. Then I took down the Christmas decorations and we removed the tree, which necessitated a bit more vacuuming where it had been.
As it was going to rain heavily on Wednesday morning, we decided to take Morse for a good run at the Daylesford Cemetery on Tuesday instead of walking around Lake Daylesford. He was delighted with the change of plan, and enjoyed racing around the perimeter, chasing rabbits, and picking up the scent of foxes.
We were treated to this beautiful pink sky
We continued our cleaning up activities afterwards - Wes got stuck into a few garden chores, and I cleaned out the fridge. In the three years or so since Sandra lost the top of her finger, we have really missed her cleaning skills, and are always a little bit behind. By late afternoon, I was starting to feel unwell, and went to bed early, which was disappointing, as I had managed dinner with Wes at the table for a few nights running.
On Wednesday morning, I did a RAT, and tested negative to COVID, so started a course of prednisolone instead, and went back to bed. It was Day 1 of the 3rd Test, and watching it kept me occupied as the Pakistan team, after a disastrous start, made over 300 runs. I had planned a visit with Glen, our neighbour, which Wes did instead.
By Thursday, I was still coughing, but feeling much better, so got up and dressed, and watched the cricket in the lounge. The Aussies batted well, but rain stopped play early. On Friday, I was further improved, and did the usual household chores, as well as watched a most fascinating day at the SCG. On the traditional Jane McGrath Day, where the ground is a sea of pink, the Australians lost their last 5 wickets for 10 runs, making 299. The Pakistan batsmen came out full of confidence, but were 7/68 at stumps - a lead of 82 runs.
One result of watching the cricket all day!
Meanwhile, Wes went to Ron Brown's funeral service at Verey's here, which was well attended, and full of good stories. His family had tried many times to get him to move closer to them, but he preferred to live in "the best place in the world", where he had lots of friends and was well-known.
Day 4 of the Test saw Australia finish off the Pakistan 2nd innings & win the Test with the loss of two wickets, including the retiring David Warner, who enjoyed a number of lives with dropped catches & LBW umpire's calls.
Yesterday was 10 years since my mother, Viva, died, peacefully, after nearly 92 years on earth. My sister, Leanne, made sure that she lived at home until almost the very end, by looking after her 24/7 with great love & care. It was also 5 years to the day that we brought Lewis & Morse home from their unhappy puppyhood.
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One of my favourite photos of Viva & Leanne, dressed up & enjoying each other's company in 2005
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