Birthdays? yes, in a general way... ~James Kenneth Stephen
Christmas immediately gives way to a birthday & Boxing Day is just a really hard day to work with. Everybody is suffering from too much Christmas cheer, too much too much & leftovers are the order of the day. I tried convincing Dearest he should choose another day in the year, any other day in the year, & celebrate then but he, quite rightly, pointed out that then that would not be his birthday. Me? I'd have changed in the wink of an eye but with Dearest & I it is definitely a case of opposites attract.
So today is Dearest's birthday. Today is the day I stop being his *older woman* again [as I am for two months out of every year]. Today is the day we clean up the rest of the presents left under the tree, eat the dessert we didn't touch yesterday [trifle this year], & bear the endless watching of the cricket with equanimity. At some point we will pause to watch the Sydney to Hobart fleet pass through Sydney Heads, spinnakers flying. It's not every year the fleet can put a spinnaker up before they are well down the coast but one year we were sailing north & arrived as the fleet emerged, a veritable rainbow of spinnakers bobbing through the twin cliffs of Sydney. I'll never forget. My mother has a squeamish stomach at the best of times & the sight of those luridly coloured spinnakers lurching across the waves towards her completely did her in & she was violently sick. Ah, the joys of a life on the briny sea!
The world this morning has narrowed to a white swirl of cloud & the steady drumming of much needed rain. Life moves forward, past the Christmas festivities that have consumed so much of December & already other things are on my agenda. Siano is due any tick of the clock ~ & how we all look forward to her flying visits! The girls & I will spend our annual January visit with my mother though now Lid is a working girl she will drive us up, have her weekend, drive home for her working week, come up the following weekend to pick us up & take us home. I must e~mail Alison about what we are going to do with Ditz this year [snigger] & do something about Ditz's curriculum. We finished the year in a shambles & apart from her math I really don't know what we've finished & what we haven't. Could be interesting.
And the lads being here think that specialty pancakes two mornings in a row is no bad thing. Really? I guess they think I'm gullible enough to make them. Ok, so I have a weak point for my sons! The trouble is I will eat them too & pancakes with walnuts, maple syrup, cream & ice cream two mornings in a row I really do not need. I was happy to settle for left over cheesecake for breakfast but unfortunately there's not enough to go around! Being a good little mummy I guess I'm off to make pancakes.