Good Mental Health Day
Now, for something a little different. Are you aware I spend my Saturdays off-grid? No emails, no mobile, no touching my diary. Don’t do ‘Adult’ and if I can avoid it barely do ‘Person’ (No shoes, no bra, no having to be polite to people) so, Saturday went like this, Melbourne collected by my sister and her partner around 9am.Jerrilderie, Tocumwal, Griffith and a 70th birthday party and a cousin’s reunion. Haven’t seen most of my relatives on my mum’s side since my grandfather’s funeral over ten years ago. I hadn’t had my disability for long and thankfully not too many questions about what I did, or what happened to my arm. It there’s nothing like being asked how often I see my older sister who only lives 90 minutes away, how often we see each other since we live so close and my sister stepping back to let me answer. Twice a year, to kill a conversation. Isn’t there always an assumption that if someone in a family is sick or broken that people can put their own stuff aside to help? My sister mentioned being busy. She has just been in Europe for a month’s holiday. Great pictures by the way.
In general, I’ve found if you are not married or in a relationship, don’t have children and don’t work, nobody really asks anything. Oh, I was asked how I was, sure but you know the only answer I gave was “Good. Yeah, good. I’m here!” What am I meant to say? But really, there’s not much to be done about it. I did however meet my second cousin, he was still in a high chair. What just happened? They are prolific breeders up in New South Wales. (I don’t mean to make that sound wrong) So, here are some fun photos.
You know you are in a small country town when you see this.
And the Ned Kelly things.
And the only photo I took of our motel in Griffith. Seemingly, the land of oranges and grapevines.
And impressively, with all my years of clubbing in Melbourne and playing my music obnoxiously loud, I’ve never been to a party where all of a sudden around 11pm, we realised it had gotten quiet outside only to be told the police had come and shut the party down. Neighbours had complained about the music and the police agreed it wasn’t even very loud. Outside it was very cold and this was a great source of warmth, if you could be on a constant rotisserie.
Never has my favourite App on my phone been so abused. Yes, the weather App. 9 degrees outside and the most important part. “feels like 4”. They also breed them tough in New South Wales. Clearly.
Oh, not to mention the birthday cake? Did I mention, they are a family and generation of sewers.
And the CWA approved Pavlova!
So Sunday, back to Melbourne. Left Griffith around midday. How long did it take to get back? I hear you ask? All friggin day! Seriously, so far! We came back via Yarrawonga and stopped to catch up with my dad. He doesn’t live there but is there regularly. Lunch, lemon, lime and bitters with a coffee for the road.
And, where were we?
I got distracted by talking to real people. They were lovely. Had pizza today, no salad. Just pizza.
And medicine. Have been watching the pizza show by some Italian hipster dude from New Jersey.
So, let there be pizza!
There is only Chiro today. No acupuncture. Might need extra medicine today