A surprise like actually getting out of bed, dressing, hair done, check emails and all ready to hit Southland. Then a phone call and a visit from granddaughter and two great granddaughters and their father. I was very quiet as I mumbled, "is your bloody mother coming?" and no no no, Yahoo!
First I had to rush and throw everything off two chairs for them to sit down. The baby is utterly gorgeous and bawled at the first sight of me, cats do that to me as well. Little Clio will be 3 in September but she's as bright as a 4 year old and speaks beautifully. Lovely housekeeper as she picked up a box and went over the carpet like a dyson on full power. I gave her a butterfly box instead and she made sure everything went into it. I said she could play with the frogs which I thought she would, being all glittery but she put the frogs to one side and played with the rocks instead, her grandfather's genes.
I was going to go out in the morning because the sky was blue, not a cloud but by 4 o'clock it was freezing and I was coughing up ice again. The little family was calling in to the nearest op shop to find gloves. I automatically picked up the phone to call mum but I bet she was watching anyway.
Now I'm really showing my age. Anyone remember a rumble seat? I'm addicted to the show American Pickers, I mean anyone who adores a hard rubbish collection would love this show where experts teach you the history of rubbish as they trawl through the sheds full of old crappy stuff. So they came across a bright yellow car like this which I would love and a memory surfaced from so deep I thought it might need oxygen and resus. I rode in a rumble seat, just around the corner but it's the first time I've remembered it and me, who can't think what day yesterday was. I've just taken a week to remember a piece of music, the name of it and the composer. Anyway back to the rumble seat, it was cold and windy and even for a kid, uncomfortable. No seat belt, no helmet, nothing to hold on to and did I mention COLD. Once again I reached for the phone to ask mum, no dice and now I'll never know whose car it was. At age 6 we should be given a piece of paper with set of questions to be asked and answered before the parents leave us without knowing everything. By age 16 we think we know everything and curiosity about XXXXX takes over. At 66 there are things we're never going to tell our kids. I think Mediumship should be taught up to PhD level. I want to know about that car.