Tres bit tired and emotional last night. A late rising this morning, our Saturday breakfast, which has even Augie Dog dancing about in the kitchen in anticipation each weekend, and then a return to bed to sleep until early afternoon, put Flamingo Dancer in a better place.
Most Saturdays, once everyone has risen, the timing of which is rather varied in a household of adults, I cook a bacon and eggs breakfast Sometimes with mushrooms, or bananas, or avocado or whatever we choose. Augie receives his usual breakfast piece of toast that he gets each day, but his weekend treat is a small rash of bacon.
As we cook it, he dashes back and forth across the kitchen. If it doesn’t seem as though we are paying attention to the bacon frying, Augie may bark in his frustration. Once it is in his bowl, he calms down and often has a wee nap. Surely, a reminder that the simple things in life are the best!
It is late afternoon, and I have accomplished very little today. A couple loads of laundry is about it. Right now, I am enjoying a Pink Flamingo cocktail (last night it was one Moscow Mule; we are big on the animal cocktail spectrum!).
Tomorrow it starts over again. Not quite an early weekday start, but I will need to leave by 8am, so no sleep in, no leisurely breakfast. They have promised us a free coffee and muffin…sigh.
[The rain cleared in our area, but five people drowned after trying to cross flooded roads last night, three in one family …]
This pretty face was waiting by my car as I left the school, this evening.
Honestly, kangaroos and wallabies do not hop down our main streets. At least, I don’t think they do…
The wildlife count today:
A stand of wallabies just over our boundary fence as I drove out, and a hare in the garden upon my return.
I am starting to feel as though I am living with an Australian version of a Beatrix Potter tale. Perhaps I should start calling Mr FD, Farmer McGregor?
Tragedy was averted in the Village today. Flamingo Dancer, exiting her drive in her white, hybrid Honda Civic, was forced to give way to a team of ducks who had, “without warning” decided to cross the road.
“Thank heavens I was driving below the speed limit,” commented Flamingo Dancer, still recovering from the near miss. “Otherwise, it may have been duck for dinner tonight!”
In the main street, three chickens pecked their way though town.
Flamingo Dancer, who only minutes before had survived a near duck tragedy, was seen to slow her vehicle considerably, but thankfully the hens remained on the green space.
The bird disturbance was not yet calmed, for returning home and halting her journey to check the mailbox, Flamingo Dancer disturbed a flock of Rainbow Lorikeets in the trees fronting the Flamingo Dancer property.
The Rainbow Lorikeet
“Oh my,” Flamingo Dancer was overhead muttering, “I thought life in the city was chaotic, but The Village is bordering on feathered bedlam!”
While the honeymooning Mr and Mrs Daughter2 were in New Zealand waking to morning snow and doing this:
I spent the day in my PJs, rising only to eat and put another load of laundry on, before cooking this:
Nice as it was, I think the honeymooning Mr and Mrs FD (keep up, remember the Bridegroom took the Bride’s Flamingo Dancer surname) are having more fun than the Senior Mr and Mrs FD.
Let it be said though, that I would never do the white water power boat thing. Snow yes, power boat, no.
Recipe link here.
Bread in hand, Petite Fille and I wandered down to the park, which has a creek running though it. Despite living in The Village for over two years, this was the first day I had actually visited the park. I know, sacrebleu!
I was hoping to find ducks, but just in case they had all headed north for the winter ( well, the three weeks of real winter we get, sometime) we billed it as “Going on a duck hunt”.
Our luck was in, not only were there ducks on the water, but turtles, dozens of turtles in the water, as well!
We stood on the foot bridge that ran over the creek and threw our bread into the water below, and were able to see big turtles, middle sized turtles and baby turtles all scrambling to the surface for the treat.
I have to admit that Grandma may have been slightly, okay, a whole lot, more excited than Petite Fille, at the sight of the turtles. PF though really enjoyed poking her bread through the wire mesh sides of the bridge. Grandma with her height advantage didn’t have to negotiate any mesh. Sometimes age and size wins out!
Bread supplies exhausted we wandered back home for our afternoon naps.
It was a good day.
Rain falling, lying in bed with Mr FD beside me and our tall trees visible through the open window, is almost a decadent way of starting my Easter break.
Two weeks before the new term starts and time to nurture my commitment to my teaching. Two weeks to forget how much I want to beat some children, and even more so their parents.