Sorry for the lava lamp, which looks strangely penile in the background.
I used to poke fun of people who took photos, seemingly unaware of the background. I have been guilty of more than 1 faux pas concerning background effects. I try to monitor the background scenery, but sometimes the moment escapes, if you dont sieze them.
The 'Cool Dude' is a man of very strange dietry habits. He was thanking me for his red jelly I had taken down for his birthday. He mentioned the fact that he "really really like Green Jellies Nan!"
As it happened I had made him a green jelly early this morning, thinking it could be a surprise addition to lunch for him. I duly produced the jelly, he decided which plate he would like to eat it from. He rejected it, on the grounds that he thought it was not jelly.
"Are you sure it is not green slime Nanna?" So I showed him the packet, which he had been getting out of the pantry cupboard, regularly telling me he needed it to be made up.
"Are you sure it is not green snot?"
He remained unconvinced, & so the jelly was rejected. Never mind, it so happens Gom likes green jelly!
When he went home, his mother said he was demanding " Nutella* sandwich" for his birthday tea! He would probably get Macaroni Cheese, which remains a staple favourite.
I am sitting here, soooo hot! It was a fairly warm weekend, but not unbearable. Now, it seems, today has turned ovenlike! A humidity factor has been added, & I have suffered all day. I LOATHE this weather.
I have been trying to grow my hair into a semblance of a satisfactory 'style' I feel I can live with. I can tell I am going to have to return to the 'pig bristle look' which is coolest, for the Summer. I must be worrying about it all, as I dreamt last night that my hair was long once more, & I was proud of it, & very happy with the colour. On waking, I felt a dire sort of dread! An indication that all this healthy hair I have grown, is about to be razored from my head, & I will once again be wailing, re the state of the awful savaging some 'hair dresser' -hah! I use the term frivolously, & vaguely- has inflicted upon the sorry sight that will be my skull for the next 6 months or so.
Last week I recieved a phone call from the Southern City from a close friend, who named her daughter after me. I never liked my given name, but my friend did, & though she knew me by my nickname, she chose to use my given name for her daughter. I did regard it as an honour, though I felt somewhat sorry for the girl, being given a name, 'out of time' so to say. She grew up, not having anyone named with her given name.
My namesake has recently given birth to her 2nd daughter. She has not been given a nickname herself, (though her father suggested calling her my nickname, initially) & she has chosen unusual names for both her daughters, & won't, I would think, find any/many children named the same. Her daughters are both very wanted children, as she was. I wish I could be present to cuddle them both. (I am happy to report, the names are not hideously grotesquely spelt names, they are genuinely unusual names which are 'nice'.)
I really have to get over my 'clucky patch'. I need to accept the fact there will probably not be any more grandchildren. (I might insert here, I am quite prepared to accept & love, step-grandchildren. What child doesn't need to be loved? There is no such thing, as too much love!!)
*Nutella, is a chocolate & Hazelnut spread available here in Australia.
Joni Mitchell, Carey.