hIgH vIbEs
25 September 2007, 19:54
The little McG family trotted down to High Vibes in Northcote on Sunday. High Vibes is a massive day-long street party on High Street Northcote, the last day of the famed Darebin Music Feast. There were mini raves outside cafes, street performers, weird feral guys parading half-nude in alcohol-induced fervour and spliffs being handed around in plain view (oh how prim I have become on the hearth of motherhood!). Oh. And 20 month old babies grooving along the tram tracks to the music.
Scout frikkin’ loved it. Her new phrase (because she, like, totally knows what it means) is “Bomb da bass”. True. And she only has to hear a bass in the distance and she starts dancing. In fact, the world could be deathly silent and she’d find something to dance to. There were thousands of people milling around, passing spliffs and stripping off their flannies (horror!) and she wasn’t fazed at all. That’s me girl…
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So McG is off to Sydney tomorrow for 4 days and I think Scout knows. Today, as she polished off her “bapple” for dessert, every sound outside would be greeted with “Daddy?”. When I explained that it wasn’t Daddy, not just yet, soon, the bottom lip protruded sadly and quivered ever so heartbreakingly. So I think she suspects he’s pissing off to days of beer-infested “talks” masquerading as “work”. Just as well she’s hanging out with a woman who knows BETTER!
What else? Blah blah. I’ve just finished a whole frikkin’ hour of major dejavu conniptions. It’s really f^&%ing annoying, just quietly, one after the other after the other in a steady stream and usually precedes a migraine which is, of course, why I’m on the computer because that makes it SOOOOO much better. Sigh.
We are under siege in our home with a mini plague of mice in the kitchen. Here I was, congratulating myself on a rodent-free winter, when the little fuckers decide to spring clean the back of our oven in late September. Mouse poop dusted off with a little splash of pungent mouse pee. Sweeping the spaces in the walls with an incessant “scratch, scraaaaatch” (a bit like Toshio, only smaller. And less blue). Oh, those mice are so yesterday’s mice when Kinki gets a hold of them. Problemo is we can’t use poisons in the house because of Scout, so it’s those ineffectual little Mortein “No See, No touch” traps. Terrific. No see the mouse sliced in half with their arses full of cheese lard, NOT. If they can even be bothered catching them in the first place.
Right then. Off to watch my ABC trilogy – Spicks & Specks (hoping Hamish is on), Chaser and Summer Heights High (20 mins later: Kinki realises they are on Wednesday, not Tuesday. Sighx2).
More High Vibes photos .
Permanent Link | Comments [1]Run of luck
22 September 2007, 10:39
Warning: Self-congratulatory masturbation ahead.
McG and I don’t often enjoy financial windfalls. We’re like every other middle class working couple with a child – we have a fortunate life and are very lucky, but we have an inner-city sized mortgage and we’re always watching our $$$, deciding not to buy a plasma TV when our existing TV is perfectly fine (geez, that’s such a hardship, I mean, really). McG loves his gadgets, but apart from that, neither of us is particularly frivolous when it comes to material gods, I mean goods.
My win on Temptation was the first sign that it would be a fruitful couple of months. Since then, McG won a snazzy Macbook through a friend’s company referral program, Johnnie Howard lovingly provided us with a year’s family payment (which I had no idea about, assuming we’d be over the cutoff for any kind of government assistance) and yesterday I received a massive payrise backdated to 1 August. And as a bit of well-timed indulgence, today we’re receiving our first instalment of my Roses Only prize – 18 long stemmed roses, Moet sparkling, lindt choccies and, oddly, rose pot pourri and rose oil.
So we’ve decided to get a plasma TV after all but will generously give the rest to the mortgage (who was starting to look under-fed) and to my parents who donated coin to us so we could buy this house. The plasma is extravagant, I know, but what the hell. You can’t take the coin with you when you shuffle off!
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We’ve just returned from a trip to Adelaide to see McG’s folks. I have bronchitis at mo, so I could rest while grandma and papa smothered Scout with love. She had an absolute ball, hanging out with cousin Blake who adores her, but really, how could he possibly help it?
She sat on her first real ninny and bewitched a plane full of passengers. She even sang us a lullaby in the car driving home from the airport. It was way past her bedtime but she was happy to sing as we shuttled home in the darkness…
Permanent Link | Comments [3]Hippy Chick
7 September 2007, 20:07
I love this photo of Scout, taken by a dear friend of ours, Sean, at Ceres in Brunswick, our neighbourhood oasis in a sea of inner city highrises and concrete…
I keep thinking that we need to buy a bigger house, but I love where we are living and couldn’t bear to buy further out (where we’d have to to afford a larger block). Our neighbours are fab, Ceres is down the road, we live in a street lined with cherry blossoms and populated by other young, groovy families (sorry, did I say “other young, groovy”?)
Ah, the trappings of the corporate mortgage-grind.
