Late morning, as the sun shone down from the clear blue sky overhead, I put the charged up battery back in the car, and my lovely neighbour came out and asked me if I still needed her help? I explained to her that I found my battery charger, which wasn’t true, I went and bought another one, of course, but what did that matter. It didn’t. The car started up straight away, of course. Sam said, "It sounds good."
"Of course it does," I said.
My dad taught me all that kind of stuff, charging batteries, changing tyres, how to service a car, not that I do that, but I could, I guess, if I had a workshop.
My dad could do anything. Teach uni, fix cars. My dad was smart.
My mum was smart. I always remember they had a thing about a sarcophagus. I haven't thought about this for a long time. I never really did get the full explanation, it was their private joke between them all their lives, but I gather dad must have got the definition of a sarcophagus wrong when they were first together.
That really has nothing to do with what I am saying here, but it came into my head as a memory that made me smile when I was thinking about my mum and dad. and one day if I ever read over this, it will make me smile again.
Anyway, it was a beautiful day, the weather was really gorgeous, and we went to the big Kabab Shop and ate kebabs, Sam, Jill and I. I claimed the only vacant outside table, on this gorgeous, slightly balmy afternoon, just as another guy was trying to claim it for his family, but I got there a millisecond before he did and I got the table. Jill and Sam told me I was very cheeky, but I did nothing more than stand my ground and we got the table.
We headed over to the Oakleigh Mall afterwards and got cheese cake and apple crumble cake and ate it with coffee. The Oakleigh Mall is always busy and yesterday was no different. We ate at the Italian cake shop with the handsome Italian waiters. Rocco, or was it Dario who bought us our food?
Sam and I took the dogs to the South Yarra dog park on the way home. But, Brun found a tennis ball almost immediately and proceeded to lie on the grass and chew it, not moving, not running around, not mixing with the other dogs. Grrrr! And you think he'd give it up, you'd be wrong.
Eventually, I snatched it out of his mouth and we took the two of them walking around the greater park surrounding the fenced dog park.
We got roast pork from the roast pork shop in Victoria Street on the way home. Kind of on dusk, and it was a beautiful dusk, ending a gorgeous day.
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