I love fresh orange juice on a sunny day...

Badde Manors cafe in Glebe is not what it used to be.
But then again I do keep forgetting that certain of my Sydney memories are around 10 years old. Eek... that Glebe era was a loooong time ago. Still remember setting up a stall at Glebe markets at the age of 17 to sell off all my old clothes (of which there were enough to make a sizeable 2nd hand clothes stall. A fact which is possibly even more disturbing than my indulgent reverie) and make enough money to cover the bills. What a baby! I watched the other stall holders handle their haggling and tried to be tough, but totally gave half that stuff away. At the end of the day I had made $300 and had to drag the leftover clothes home in a piece of old tarpaulin (having been given a ride there that morning by my vegan-didn't-wash-her-hair-for-a-year flatmate). Gave up halfway to the Footbridge Theatre and abandoned them by the side of the road for all to steal at will.

Man...

That really was a different lifetime. And how amazing that my closest friends from then are still the ones I consider my closest friends now. We're just older, and have gone through a lot of different haircuts...

Spent this afternoon, not at said famous eatery Badde Manors, which frankly has too many posers outside these days... but a bit further down the street sitting upstairs in a great cafe with very cerebral-looking bookshop-selection attached, drinking fresh orange juice with Lorana and a barely toddling Maxie. Sun shining, birds singing.

Sydney really is the best all-round city in the world!

This photo says everything there is to know about my Nan. She's on the way home from the hospital where she's been poked and prodded and told that her cancer will never go but for the moment hasn't got worse, and she looks the happiest I've seen her in years. All because she gets to take a drive to the water with her granddaughter on a warm sunny day and watch some pelicans. I hope I'm this happy if I make it to 89...

pelicans and utes with rims

Haven't written in this blog for an age, but am feeling the urge to preserve my ramblings for prosperity once more, so perhaps the time has come to resurrect the old darl...

Today was exhausting and I don't know why. Well, going to the hospital with my grandmother to find out how long her cancer is giving her left to live probably had something to do with it, but to honest we were laughing so much on the way there at our mutual bizarre senses of humor and creeping at a snails pace as I held her arm trying to find the hospital cafe that we were totally unscared (is that a word? No, but it should be) by the time the doctor with NO SENSE OF HUMOR (all doctors should have a sense of humor. I mean, not over the top but at least crack a smile for the old ladies...) came in. Hmm, love long sentences. Anyway as it turns out the radiation therapy was good. Hasn't got rid of it, but it hasn't spread and she has put on weight... so they want her to come back in 2 months to update. I talked all the way home about making her eat kiwi fruit and broccoli and garlic. Must have sounded like a total nutter but healthy food can't hurt, and at least it's a start. Hope is a wonderful thing...

So I drove nan home from Newcastle and we stopped in Swansea so she could get me lost in various back streets trying to find her favorite seafood shop. Found it, got a sizeable handful of fresh prawns... and I took a photo of Nan grinning at me as some curious pelicans sailed over the crystalline water to check us out.

Am going to frame it.

Daydreamed all the way home on the freeway and passed a shop that exclusively sold flash utes with shiny rims on the tires. I will only say this once... There Is No Need.

Nuff said.