What do you think we’re doing?

Hubby is in hospital after a heart attack yesterday.
I have been sitting by his bed all morning, watching him doze/sleep/rest. One of our besties is here with us.

He just woke up and asked us what we were doing. He didn’t even blink when we said, “Sunbathing by the pool… hot men fanning us and feeding us grapes.”

Thanks, Blake. We needed a laugh.

This morning my bestie got a text that had obviously been sent to the wrong number. It read, “Oi man it’s Blake”.
Because we were both sleep deprived and still dealing with the stresses of a very intense day yesterday, we thought it would be fun to respond with “hey man, I’m heading to the gym. Meet me there in 30.”
Laughter ensued.

About ten minutes ago, Blake called and she answered, telling him he had the wrong number.
I can’t repeat the text he sent after hanging up, but we laughed a lot.

Moral to the story: don’t text your mates when partly asleep and possibly hung over unless you are sure you have the right number. Your memory may not be as good as you think it is.

Birthday blessings.

It’s my birthday today. I am happy to put it on the record that I have had a fabulous day.

Many people who share my life in one way or another have sent me birthday wishes via Facebook, Twitter and Skype.
Even more than their birthday wishes, I am very thankful for the friendship and the love and encouragement each of them give me every other day of the year. Each of them is a blessing to me and i am very thankful for them.

I have also been able to spend time talking with my special Canadians. That time I spend with them is precious to me every day. Today is no different in that regard, but it was very special that they wished me love and happiness when they are so involved in giving me both.

My birthday started with bacon, eggs and hollandaise on toast, cooked by the resident Masterchef, Fred. It was sensational. 

I was blessed with a number of gifts that were not only very beautiful but incredibly meaningful to me. I am so thankful for the love and thoughtfulness that went into the selection and giving of each of them.

I have three bouquets of beautiful flowers – roses on the dining table, and two mixed bouquets on my desk. They are all so sweet and lovely, yet not so highly fragrant that they will give me a headache.

I had an afternoon sleep. Not just a quick nap to keep me going. Two hours of completely zonked-out sleep, and no feelings of guilt when I woke up because all my school work was finished on Friday afternoon.

My house smelled SO freakin’ good leading up to dinner.
In our house, you get to request whatever you want for dinner. I asked for Indian food. Fred and Lynne-Maree cooked butter chicken, garlic naan, and onion bajhi. I can’t describe how good it tasted. Divine, in fact.

For dessert, there was lemon meringue pie from my favourite bakery.  I was so excited about this. It is by far the best LMP to ever exist,  It should come with a warning, though – it will spoil you for every other LMP that you will have the privilege to enjoy.
The velvety, tangy-sweet pie melted in my mouth, its rich lemony-goodness delivering the most delightful foodgasmic pleasure.

Tonight it’s time to relax: chatting with friends, spending time with my man, enjoying one of my few favourite TV shows.

It’s wonderful to be loved, spoilt with gifts and special treats. It’s so good be able to enjoy the rest and relaxation I’ve earned in the crazy-busy rush to meet all my work deadlines of the past few weeks.

It has definitely been a special day for Princess Me.

 

 

 

Driving home.

Silver misty moonlight mood-light,
dark silhouettes of drowsy gums,
their trunks briefly illuminated, 
ghostly, striking majestic poses,
eerie in the passing light.

A young kangaroo, eager for the
fresh, bright grass on the roadside,
staring as the intruder rushes by, 
then resumes his evening feast
alone, in the dark, with 
nothing but the soft breeze
and the whimsical moon
for company.

So close, and yet…

During an audition reading today, from the script of  “The Pirates of Penzance”:

“If, and I say if, you really are a beautiful woman, there shall be no obstacle to our onion…”

 

Union. Onion.
So close.

Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.