We all ended up at Yvj & Don's place today having a barbie in the 34degree heat, slamming back dad's moonshine, telling tall tales, and whinging in a freeform, group kinda way. The nieces stayed ensconced in the room with the digital media, making forays away from the Simpsons bonanza only for sangas & sauce, or to make plaintive requests for ice-cream. Good on em. After Don bought the house, the *first* thing he got was a giant barbie, and today in his bright new blue singlet, he was the very picture of emancipated australian manhood. Proudly pronging the sangas to get the juices squirting out of 'em, tinny in the other hand, he was the man of the moment. They're all moved in, he's had a few repayments, and the plans for the renos are now hitting high beam - just as the money has pretty much troughed out. They're going to have to live with that hideous bathroom for a while longer.
But this is a success story! Moving here marks a net increase in their assets, even though the general quality of life has taken one to the kidneys culturally speaking. It means a house and a yard, and neighbours extra meters away on each side, room for kids, and a shed! A Shed! Yeah, Nahh, today's it's all good, and it was bloody brilliant to sit back and tuck into me veggie burger (the forbidden pleasures of a fluffy white roll included) , me can of lemon squash, and me family around me doing what they do best. Sure I got heat stroke and nausea, but that passes. I'm left with sore cheeks from laughing and a day spent together.
Noice.
2 comments:
too lovely, this story. you've got to write more about your rural family. You're singing.
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now that's nice. Ta very much.
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