Why not?
We had planned our regular tri-weekly visit to Leanne last Sunday, but as we were driving back here from the Sunday Market, we received a message to say she was unwell. We are usually the ones postponing the visit, so I rang her once we were home and encouraged her to do a RAT, which was negative. She had only a couple of symptoms of COVID, and we were all relieved that it wasn't COVID, which is so very unpleasant.
Morse was upset and worried that he wouldn't get his bone, so we eventually relented after immense pressure, and he spent a happy hour or so with it, before coming back inside to sleep.
On Monday, I cancelled shopping as we needed very little with Wes having been unable to eat for much of the past fortnight. School was our monthly clean and I did the main bathroom, while Wes tackled the deckings. He also cleared stuff from guttering, did some gardening, and finished with hosing everywhere, which is crying out for rain.
Later I had a massage with Sarah Hunt, who is keeping my back & neck under control beautifully. It is always wonderful to spend time with her and get fixed at the same time.
We have been enjoying the most beautiful weather lately, possibly most of Victoria is the same - cool mornings, followed by crisp sunny days. It was like that on Tuesday, so Wes got stuck into gardening chores, and we planned the next crop, (bush peas), to go into the greenhouse. I chatted with Leanne early, then had an overdue catch up with Jan Pengilley in Maleny, where it is raining solidly and they have more oranges, lemons & limes than they know what to do with! Jan assures me it is not a good problem to have, but when I look at our lemon trees, with only three or four lemons, I'm not so sure.
A week later & this Japanese maple is looking even more stunning!
On Wednesday, I had a busy morning - fringe trim, deliveries to Porcupine Ridge and two hours of Mah Jong with Judi in Muffins & More café. When I arrived home, our neighbour James popped in to ask me to witness his signature and we enjoyed a good chat, especially as Morse didn't bark once, but wagged his tail happily.
Meanwhile, Wes drove to St John of God in Ballarat for a stomach scan, which took some time. He arrived back with flathead fillets for dinner, whisky to help him recover, cash because we were out of it, and vanilla slices for afternoon tea!
The next day I had an early Zoom with Terry Borg, where we avoided discussing Bluey, much as we both love it and delved into health and footy instead. Then Old Friends - Kathy, Lib, Karen S & Joyce, where we heard a little about New Zealand, sympathised with everyone's various ailments, and ran out of time, as usual.
Wes went off to see a doctor to get his results and was told he probably has diverticulitis, but has to have some more blood tests to be sure. We both read about the symptoms and agreed they were very like what he had, and were relieved to discover that we only need to tweak our food intake slightly to improve his chances of reducing future attacks.
That night, the Blues beat the Dees by 1 point in a most exciting game, which would have thrilled all Carlton supporters, especially the one I married!
More Autumn beauty in the garden - double Japanese wisteria, followed by ornamental grape, and espaliered ornamental cherry trees
On Friday morning, I had an early Breastscreen appointment in Ballarat, and we decided to see a film afterwards, choosing Freud's Last Session, which we saw with one other person in the cinema. What a stunning film! Anthony Hopkins is always worth watching, and we enjoyed Matthew Goode's interpretation of C S Lewis. Once again, I can't better Wes's description -
It is based on a play, and it is a fictional account of a possible meeting between the 2 wonderful intellects of Sigmund Freud (the atheist) and C S Lewis (the believer). Brilliantly written, acted, and film-crafted, it tackles the inadequacy of humans creating or questioning beliefs, as well as the recurrent damage done so often by parents, and the effects of declining to explore our memories or reasonings.
Yesterday, we had planned breakfast out, followed by local footy, but I woke with very little energy, so we opted for a quiet day at home instead, which seems to have done the trick.
We were very sad to read of Martin Atkinson's death in yesterday's Age newspaper. I first met Martin when I joined the Bushwalking Group, and then when Hepburn Shire U3A was formed, we learned Cryptic Crosswords together. He was a star at anagrams - much quicker than the rest of us. We spent many happy hours with him and his wife, Patricia, shown above on Christmas Morning 2004 with Wes. Martin had the best model railway we had ever seen - it went out of his shed, into the garden, around a tree & back again!
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