General News
15 March, 2025
A very long weekend
Last weekend was upon me before I realised it was going to be a long one.
I was so busy moving baby to Melbourne, organising a 21st party then and celebrating the birthday, that the three-day break snuck up on me.
One by one my girls reserved rooms for the long weekend.
Katianna’s homecomings feel rare, but she was meeting up with three primary school friends – putting them in the same room together for the first time in nine years.
What happens when a doctor, a vet nurse, a social worker and a communications specialist walk into a bar?
They have a fun-filled four-hour lunch with lots of laughs.
I picked up Tiani from the train in Ballarat after an appointment and we talked up a storm the whole way home, dissecting city life before she started the slog of another salon management assignment.
Yasinta brought her lovely Cirian home to our place again, as getting back to his family is an eight-hour journey each way, which put that out of the question.
Kym fixed leaky sprinklers then whizzed through the car show, changing his shirt for my outing – one of our local wineries where we feasted on the most magnificent platter in the world while soaking up the rural beauty.
Then, determined to impress our guest, and mainly so Yasinta could show off her skiing skills to her fella, we loaded up the boat and headed to a local lake.
We only had time for a quick splash and a bit of water skiing before an extremely dramatic lightning storm sent us packing – with great difficulty – as the wind tried to sweep us all away.
The sudden swells and massive downpour made us feel like the disciples on the boat with Jesus when that supernatural storm freaked them out.
We certainly felt the need for Jesus to say, “Quiet! Be still”, and it’s almost like he did, because no sooner were paddocks sheets of water and the road a river than we were wet through to the bone but standing on our back veranda watching it all blow by.
Only Bun-bun-the-middle-one freaked out under pressure, and fair enough too, as Ciaran had bravely remained on the boat in the tempest with Kym while we girls were being tossed by the wind on shore.
Damsels in distress, we again felt pride in our community when a knight in shining armour offered to back our trailer down the ramp and a team of locals helped us wrangle our boat out of the waves – thank you, heroes.
I cooked up a storm to celebrate still being alive but I forgot to send the leftovers back to the big smoke with the girls.
Maybe I can take it to them myself this weekend?
Everyone went back to study and work, and after mowing the lawns, swimming, finishing my book and taking a snooze, it finally happened to me: I actually had time to miss them, real bad.
Remaking all the beds should help.