Sunday Lunch

Lindsey, Ian, Stella and I went to The Boatshed by Lake Wendouree for lunch yesterday.

Lindsey, Stella, Jim and I went there for afternoon tea in June and very much enjoyed it. We said then that we should go and try them for lunch.

I booked the table on Saturday, and asked for a wheelchair accessible table. The table they selected for us was right at the back of the restaurant, on a part of the floor which is out over the lake. More than accessible and with the best of views. It was lovely. (It would have been even lovelier if the sun had been out, but you can't have everything :-D )

Photo from Lindsey

Photo from Lindsey

View from our table

We decided to share a seafood platter, which is intended for two. Past experiences suggest that a seafood platter for two is often too much for two, so we decided to share it between the four of us and get another couple of sides. It was exactly enough food for us all, although next time we would get a second plate of chips. There weren't quite enough chips for us to share. We do like our chips!

Photo from Lindsey

Seafood platter - photo from Lindsey

Flags in Australia are flying at half mast at the moment, apart from between 12 noon and dusk local times yesterday when Charles was ceremonially named as King of Australia in Canberra, and in the various states and territories. In Ballarat the public flags are mostly, I believe, managed by volunteers and I wondered if there were enough volunteers to raise them and then lower them again at the appropriate times.

The flag people at the lake managed just fine:

The flags, viewed from our table,
just before midday

and just after midday

Paying attention

I woke up at around 01:00 on Friday morning, cold. This is unusual - not that I might wake up at 01:00, which is more than usual, but that I was cold. I have a wool filled doona and a snuggly blanket on the bed, plus, often, two cats. I am pretty much never cold in bed.

Anyway. I went into the spare bedroom and collected an extra blanket from the wardrobe. Returning to my bed, I put the radio on, as is my habit when awake in the night. BBC World Service. The presenter was telling us that the Queen was "under medical supervision". I pondered this. It could mean almost anything from being given Panadol every two hours (although this might not be noteworthy) to having a doctor at her side at all times. Then he said that various princes, dukes and duchesses were on their way to Scotland. 

I knew what that meant. Members of the royal family do not drop whatever they happen to be doing and all hot foot it off to Scotland at no notice, without there being a very good reason. A major world event was unfolding. I decided I should perhaps pay attention, given that I was awake anyway.

Brandy and Whiskey were very puzzled. If I was awake and paying attention, even if from my bed, this must surely mean it was breakfast time for cats. They took some convincing that Breakfast Time for Cats, though clearly very significant for them, does not constitute a Major World Event. Anyway, I am not getting up and doling out cat biscuits in the middle of the night.

The radio announcer, who broke the news of the Queen's death, just before the World Service cut to BBC1 for the formal announcement, sounded slightly stunned, although he must surely have known it was coming. I knew, and I was in my bed in Australia, just listening to events not observing them.

When I got up, I walked into wall-to-wall Queen. Radio, television, news. To be expected, I suppose, but I was pleased, during the course of the day, that I have access to Netflix, Amazon Prime, other sources of televisual content. Sometimes you need something lighter.

I had never noticed that the petrol station in Buninyong has a flagpole and a flag until I went to the Post Office on Friday afternoon and saw the flag at half mast. I assume the flag flies at full mast at other times. I must remember to look.

We are still having trouble convincing Stella's bank that Tony is dead. I took in a copy of his death certificate and happened to get the same person we spoke to on Monday. He was full of apologies but a copy, no matter how well certified, would not do. He needed sight of the original. The certificate of probate also would not do. Original death certificate or nothing - although how you get probate without there being a preceding death is a mystery. The original death certificate is in the flat in East Melbourne where all important documents are kept. The flat is much less likely to be destroyed by a bush fire than either Hill House or Tani.  I will try again next week, original death certificate in hand.

I have put the extra blanket back in the spare wardrobe. It was much too hot in bed with it on, even folded at the bottom of the bed. My feet do not like being hot!

Lindsey and I went to the market yesterday morning, then the mushroom farm. We had a Japanese lesson at lunchtime. We went to visit Stella and Jim in the afternoon. Jim very much enjoyed the lemon meringue cookie that I took in for him. He got meringue all over his beard :-D

Lunching and Banking

I had a rather good weekend. I did very little on Saturday. I only left the house to go and visit Stella in Mount Clear. Otherwise I just pottered around at home.

I went to Daylesford on Sunday, for lunch at Gillie's house with Irene, Chris and John. It's quite some time since we last met - not really Covid related but because each of us has been away, consecutively. It was a good catch up. And good food. Irene made a quince pie for dessert. I don't recall ever having eaten actual quinces before. Quince paste, quince jelly, yes. Actual quinces, no. They were very tasty. As were the smoked salmon we had for starters and the roast lamb we had for mains.

Yesterday was not as much fun. Stella had managed to lock herself out of her online banking and it proved to be very difficult to get it all sorted out. We couldn't do it over the phone - the bank refused to talk to anyone apart from Stella and she can't see well enough to answer questions such as the number on her bank card or her account number. In desperation Stella, Lindsey and I went into the bank in town. The young man who helped us was very pleasant, very nice, as helpful as he possibly could be but we ran up against Tony as a ghostly joint account presence - which surprised us all, especially Stella. She had converted the account from a joint to a single account when he died. We assumed it was all sorted out and that he had been removed as an account holder. Certainly all correspondence was going to Stella alone. But no. And they wouldn't do some of the things that Stella wanted to do without his permission - which is hard to get when he's been dead for almost four years. We will have to find the death certificate and forcibly remove him. 

I know banks need to be careful about their customers' money and privacy but my heart always sinks when it is necessary to deal with them directly. The staff are always pleasant but bank processes are almost impossible to navigate successfully. How many times do you need to tell them that someone is dead? Or that the account holder is vision impaired and simply can't answer their questions without the help that the bank refuses to let them have?

It would have been a much more pleasant afternoon if we had had tea and cake and sorted through some of Stella's clothes at Hill House, which is what we had planned. Stella and I can do that on Thursday. Lindsey, alas, is otherwise engaged so will miss out.

I called in to see Jim yesterday, before the banking kerfuffle. He was happy. Someone had given him a triple chocolate Kit Kat - I assume the care home for Fathers' Day which was on Sunday. He was happily eating part of it when I arrived (It was a big Kit Kat, not the little ones that I buy for him and which he demolishes in one bite)

September Already

The Bloke with the Hammer turned up on Tuesday and put up picture hooks in Stella's room so she now has some of her pictures hanging up. I've taken in her fancy bears sitting on their sofa (they look as though they are waiting for champagne and canapés!). Her room is looking very home-like and very Stella-like. She says that it still doesn't feel like home, but I think it will, eventually. She also says that it's very nice in her room - and everyone who sees photos of her says that she is looking bright and alert and well

Lindsey and I took her out yesterday, to the Stockland shopping centre in Wendouree. We had tempura bento boxes for lunch in Tokyo Sukiyaki. We went clothes shopping. We wandered around and did some window shopping. I resisted the temptation to go into House. I do not need any more kitchen equipment (for now, at least 😂) We had a lovely potter round and I think Stella enjoyed it a lot.

Out for lunch

Lindsey and I called in to see Jim after we had dropped Stella off. I must organise the Bloke with the Hammer to put some picture hooks up in his room as well. I have some photo boards that could go in there. He seems quite well, although his cognition is noticeably declining. Still, he definitely recognised Lindsey, which is good. He recognised me as well, but I call in, even if briefly, several times a week so he hasn't had much chance to forget me!

Meteorological spring has sprung with bright, sunny mornings. Cold, yes, but definitely sunny. The sun shining through the front windows reminds me that it is a Very Long Time Indeed since I last washed them. I really should! I bought a new window washing attachment for the hose ages ago and still haven't attached it. I really, really should !! 

I wonder if it's too early to try using my new seed germinating heat pad and get the tomato, zucchini, pumpkin and other seeds underway

Now, if anyone can tell me how it got to be 08:00 already, I would be very grateful. Last time I checked the clock I am sure it was only 06:00 or so. Better get on and properly start the day.

Tidying and Sorting

Since she moved into her room in Mount Clear, Stella has had lots of photos and knick knacks and things on the bench in her room. It was all a bit chaotic and you couldn't really see what was there.

After her little fridge arrived, we measured the remaining space and decided that the black bookcase, which was along the side wall of my dining room, would be perfect for the space, lying on its side.

So on Saturday Lindsey and I took it in, set it up and put the photos, things and pictures on it. It looks really good

Stella doesn't watch her TV so we didn't 
need to worry about covering it up

Much better. You can see what's there. I believe the Man with the Hammer is coming in today to put some picture hooks up so we can hang some of Stella's pictures. And we're going to bring in a glass cabinet and possibly a wooden cabinet from Mount Martha and maybe another bookcase. Make her room feel even more like home.

I've taken a small bookcase into Jim's room as well and taken in some of his cars and other bits and pieces to make his room look more like home. I'm going to see if we can get some picture hooks up in his room too so I can take in some of his photo frames. 

I went to Mount Martha on Sunday to pack up some more boxes for a local charity and some books and CD/DVDs for the Lions' book shop in Buninyong. The poor house is beginning to look distinctly neglected. There is still stuff everywhere. If you look very closely, you can see where I had been but there is still quite a lot to do. There is more to clear out in the kitchen than I had thought. The furniture is mostly gone, though. What is still there, apart from the glass and wooden cabinets which we will take to Stella's room, will need to be taken away by a house clearance company. None of us needs the beds or chairs or desks and stuff.

I ran out of small boxes so gave up on my clearing activities and went to Melbourne to take Afternoon Tea at Freyja and Simon's place, enjoying the sunshine in their courtyard. Then I came home.

Evening light from my front porch

Tuesday Evening Light @ Tani

By the front door there is a tall, thin window. Yesterday, late afternoon, I looked up from my couch and through that tall, thin window, I saw part of this:

So I went out to look further. When I went out onto the driveway, incidentally getting very wet in pursuit of my "art",  I saw this:

Isn't it beautiful?

Lindsey came out of Aldi today with two grey couch beds for Rupert and Hugo. When I finished work, early today because there wasn't much happening this afternoon, I went in and bought one for my Pretty Kitty Kats. Perhaps I also should have bought a grey one. I'm not sure pink really goes with ginger and cream!

Whiskey

And here's Brandy on an occasional table,
plotting mischief

I have a new broadband provider. I rang Foxtel to cancel the subscription to the sports channels. I had included them in my general subscription when I went to Foxtel because Jim enjoyed watching various different sports and I thought it would provide some interest and entertainment. He hasn't really watched them for some time now and nobody at all has watched them since he went into care. To my relief, they didn't argue with me but did ask if I wanted to include broadband in my subscription, with various little inducements to tempt me.

So I did.

The modem arrived a few days ago. They had arranged the cancellation of my previous provider. Everything went live today - and it took FOR EVER to make the modem connect to the internet! The steady red light flatly refused to change to a steady blue one :-( Eventually I went off piste, ignored the instructions and put the yellow cable in the red port. And lo - it works beautifully.

If you have previously connected to my home wifi, sorry but you'll have to do it again. And it's no wonder that I'm generally very reluctant to change any kind of service. It never goes as smoothly as you might hope!

Out for Sunday Lunch

When we brought Stella and Jim up to Rupert and Hugo's place for afternoon tea last Thursday we were totally unable to get both Stella's wheelchair and Jim's clunky walker into Lindsey's boot and had to leave the walker behind and just do our best up at Hill House.

Lindsey decided that this Would Not Do. We are likely to want to take them both out from time to time and need to be able to fit both into the car. So on Saturday morning, she and I went to the Independence Living place and Lindsey bought a lightweight three wheeled walker. 

Three wheeled walkers aren't as stable as four wheeled ones but we thought it would probably do for short distances. I took it up on Saturday afternoon.

In fact, it's much better. The handles are slightly higher than on the old one so he doesn't have to stoop to use it. And it's much more manoeuvrable so it's easier for Jim to get around, plus it folds up nice and tightly. I've taken the old clunky one away and put it in my garage while we decide what to do with it.

If I keep putting things like that into the garage, soon there won't be room for the car!!!!! I must have a garage clear out soon.

On Sunday we collected Stella and Jim and drove out to Blampied to the Swiss Mountain hotel for lunch. When I rang to make the booking they offered me 12:00 or 13:45. I took the 12pm session. 13:45 seemed a bit late, given the care facility gives the residents their "evening" meal at 17:00. 

It's a lovely, half hour drive out to Blampied, which was one of the reasons we chose to go there. Nice drive in the country, followed by a lovely lunch in a country pub. What more could you ask for?

It was very, very quiet in the pub when we got there at 2 minutes to 12.

There was one couple at another table, and us. By 13:00 the pub was full. I'm glad we took the early session. By the time we left, half of the specials board had been wiped off

Just one thing wiped off so far.
More will go in the next hour or so

Not that we ate from the specials board. Jim had his usual fish and chips. Lindsey had a beef burger with lots of chips. Stella and I both had lamb backstrap with roasted vegetables and very delicious it was too. I might have helped Lindsey finish her chips. The lady on the table behind us had the pulled lamb shoulder from the specials board, which was more or less a deconstructed souvlaki and was enormous, accompanied by an enormous serve of chips. Then she had a chocolate sundae which was pretty much a heart attack in a sundae dish. I'm not sure the four of us could have managed it even if we had had one between us all. It was HUGE (and looked very tempting; fortunately for our blood sugar levels we were all full from our main courses!)

And now it's Monday. I am up at Rupert and Hugo's place. Lindsey and Ian are away overnight. The morning sunshine has been replaced by dark, dark rain clouds and the temperature has dropped. It's very tempting to put my pyjamas, slippers and dressing gown on, to settle in a comfy chair with the television on, glass of wine in hand and to declare the day finished. Alas - it's not even 14:30 and might be just a tad early for that.

I have, however, put my slippers on.

Afternoon Tea at Rupert and Hugo's Place

So I don't go to the flat in East Melbourne for two and a half years - and then I go twice inside a week!

I picked up an extra shift at work on Tuesday and stayed in the flat overnight with Lindsey. We ambled up Smith Street and back to Kinyoubi Izakaya for dinner. Edamame beans, crumbed prawns, Tonkatsu chicken and a really very nice soba noodle salad. Excellent!

It may be a while before I manage to get back again. The Plague victims are, I think, better and back at work.

We went out yesterday and bought a small bar fridge for Stella's room. It was small enough that we could put it in the car and take it away, thus saving on the delivery charge. We took it with us when we went to collect Stella and Jim to take them up to Lindsey's place for Tea and Cake. I had bought a lemon and blueberry cake in Wilson's which was very delicious.

Stella enjoyed getting out for afternoon tea. Jim seemed to enjoy it too. It was the first time we had taken him out since he moved in. He went in on a Thursday, and the facility was locked down on the Sunday. It probably worked out well. He has settled into the memory unit very well and didn't ask if he was going back home. In fact, as we went past the roundabout where you would turn off the main road to get to Tani, he asked "do you still have a place up there?". He didn't ask to go and look at it. He was very pleased to see Rupert and Hugo. They were pleased to see him.

Afternoon tea at Hill House:

Grandma Stella and Hugo

A woman and her dogs

A dog and his teddy

Look, Lindsey - there are visitors

Visitors, cake, cups of tea -
WHERE IS MINE???

Jim and Rupert, pleased to see each other

Stella's fridge was in her room and set up in the space we had cleared for it when we got back. Now if only I could persuade the bloke who is supposed to be putting up the picture hooks to come and ply his hammer. I've been asking since she moved in!

Stella's out of lockdown. And we have been clearing out her place at Mount Martha

I was at work on Thursday when I got a phone call from a very excited Stella to say that she had finally been let out of jail - I mean lockdown. No further active covid cases in the facility meant that the residents were allowed out of their rooms, allowed visitors, and allowed to leave the facility.

Lindsey was not at work on Thursday and pretty much immediately went around to visit her.

The easing of the lockdown was good news because she had a GP appointment on Friday morning. She would have been allowed to go to her medical appointment but it might have been more awkward to take her out to lunch as well.  No worries, if the lockdown has been lifted. And that is what we did.

Her GP appointment was at 11:00 in Buninyong so we had ample time to consider where to go to lunch. In the event, we went to the cafe in Mount Clear opposite the IGA. I've eaten in there a couple of times, plus I've popped in for takeaway a few time. I don't know why we don't go there more often. It's convenient. It has a lovely atmosphere. The staff are delightful and the food is more than acceptable. And it's no distance at all from the Mount Clear Aged Care Facility.

Stella, properly rugged up against the cold.
Out of her Room At Last!

I took Stella home and then dropped in to see how Jim was getting along. He was very pleased to see me - for probably five minutes! He was in his room watching TV and wasn't going to be distracted from that 😂  He did stir himself to eat the jelly slice I had brought him. I didn't stay long. I'll go back today and see what he needs, plus I've got some extra clothes and some knickknacks to take in - once I've assessed how much room he has. He seems well enough, although his beard is beginning to look extremely unkempt. I'll have to take Lindsey and her hair shearing blades in with me for a nice trim.

Stella's social whirl continued on Sunday. Freyja and Simon picked her up at lunchtime and took her up to Rupert and Hugo's place where they were joined by Julia and her lot. Ian cooked them a magnificent Sunday lunch and, as far as I can tell, a good time was had by all.

Rupert enjoying a visit from Grandma Stella.
Photo courtesy Ian

In the meantime, Lindsey and I went to work on Saturday morning and then trundled down to Mount Martha where we made a sturdy start on clearing out the house ready for it to be put on the market. We need to get a wriggle on with this if only because Stella is paying all the fees at the aged care facility plus, of course, she is still paying all the fees and costs of having a house in a retirement village. This is financially unsustainable when you don't have double the income.

So Lindsey got lots of moving boxes and we have cleared out the main bathroom and Stella' bedroom, plus we packed up boxes of things to go to charity and started piling up more things for charity in the corner. There isn't a lot left to do in the lounge room and dining room, although we haven't properly touched the kitchen or the spare room.  Or, now I come to think about it, the garage although most of the stuff in there is probably headed for a skip.

And then there is the study. Strong and brave hearted people go into the study armed with courage and determination. Then they come over all peculiar and have to be revived with smelling salts and recuperate on the fainting couch for several hours. I think we have decided to leave it until last and have several people go in at the same time to tackle it. Or, we could simply put everything into big plastic boxes and move it to Hill House and hide it all in the shed - and hope that the mice, rats and possums will deal with the problem for us.

We are hoping to complete the clearing out of the house in the mid-September school holidays, ready for the retirement village to do all the things they will want to do before putting it on the market.  I understand there is high demand for places in that retirement village so fingers crossed it will sell quickly.

My place is nearly ready for me to die, become incapacitated or move out. Apart, that is, from the garage, which I hadn't really though about until yesterday. I must tackle that, as soon as Brother Matthew has been and taken whatever he wants from it.

Lindsey and I decided at midday that we had had enough of playing the Moving Out game and went to the Dava for lunch. 

Then we headed back home, calling in at Tully's as we went past. The Pretty Kitty Kats were very pleased to see me. Rupert and Hugo weren't quite as excited to see Lindsey. They had had lots of visitors during the day and had had a very good time. Hugo was quite pleased when Lindsey dropped a tub of Tully's lovely minestrone soup on the floor in the kitchen. Rupert wasn't quite as excited until someone scraped some of it into a bowl for him. Hugo has no such sensibilities. He's more than happy to clean up delicious soup straight from the floor.

Photo courtesy Ian

East Melbourne

The last time I can remember being in the City of Melbourne, apart from passing through it to get somewhere else, was in February 2020, just before Jim and I headed off to England. I still haven't got into the CBD, but I have made it as far as East Melbourne.

I like East Melbourne.

We are definitely short of receptionists at work at the moment. One is off on her Grand World tour. Two are off with covid. And one has a funeral to go to and asked if I could cover her today. So I came down to work yesterday and stayed over in Lindsey and Ian's flat. It was ridiculously exciting getting into the car after work and heading into town instead of to Ballarat.

They've made some changes in the flat since I was last here. New flooring. A new, fancy pants fold down bed, new chairs, that sort of thing. But the view from the balcony hasn't changed:

I wandered up Smith Street and met Freyja and Simon in the Kinyoubi Izakaya for dinner. A tapas-style Japanese feast. I asked for a bowl of karaage chicken, among the other treats. I won't do that again if I am the only omnivore present. The chicken was very delicious but I was the only one who could eat it, which meant I couldn't properly sample the other bowls. It was all very delicious and a lovely evening.

And now I had better get myself organised for the day. It's been rather nice not having to dash about to get ready to leave (by about now, when coming from Mount Helen) but it is all too easy to potter about and forget about the time all together!

And I must make the time to come to Melbourne City more often. Two and a half years between visits is ridiculous, even allowing for plague, pandemics and other impediments