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Feb. 26th, 2011 11:11 pmBack to normal tomorrow. For all Gillian values of normal. Yesterday my mother and I went to the Show, today we played tourist, and tomorrow morning we go to the Farmers' Market to redeem a promise.
Highlights from the Show include my mother and Dr Harry colliding and apologising very nicely to each other, a group of prize-winning goat breeders giving me advice for my novel while one of their goats was trying to eat some of the ribbons (a first and a second in its class) and my mother asking one of the Security blokes to explain how to do one of the tricks the ute formation drivers had done. She doesn't think the local roads are suitable for trying it out, fortunately, so I'm saved from sitting in the car next to my-mother-the-stunt-driver.
Tourist highlights were definitely meeting up with Rachel and Mia at the National Film and Sound Archive. I have to admit, that discovering exactly that my mother missed out on being a Weedgie by only about two years was also pretty good. She still won't teach me the dances of her youth. She's been refusing to teach me to jive for about forty years. I still haven't told her that I learned in my twenties and have forgotten it at least twice. If I told her that, she wouldn't be able to refuse to teach me, would she?
Highlights from the Show include my mother and Dr Harry colliding and apologising very nicely to each other, a group of prize-winning goat breeders giving me advice for my novel while one of their goats was trying to eat some of the ribbons (a first and a second in its class) and my mother asking one of the Security blokes to explain how to do one of the tricks the ute formation drivers had done. She doesn't think the local roads are suitable for trying it out, fortunately, so I'm saved from sitting in the car next to my-mother-the-stunt-driver.
Tourist highlights were definitely meeting up with Rachel and Mia at the National Film and Sound Archive. I have to admit, that discovering exactly that my mother missed out on being a Weedgie by only about two years was also pretty good. She still won't teach me the dances of her youth. She's been refusing to teach me to jive for about forty years. I still haven't told her that I learned in my twenties and have forgotten it at least twice. If I told her that, she wouldn't be able to refuse to teach me, would she?