Phyllis said at about 2pm, we are going into RMIT in the city. I replied, you wanted to go for a drive. Either he had forgotten or he thought I had.
We went for a drive, down Hotham Street and past the investment flat we used to own, to Balaclava, along Carlisle Street, then past the house Ray and I lived in before we moved here, down Chapel Street to Brighton Road and then to Glenhuntly Road with Elsternwick to our left as we turned right into Glenhuntly Road, through Ormond Village and on to Point Ormond. We walked up to the trig point, then down to a rock seawall. Their overt physical affection for each other was on display and I kept looking at other people to see if they were noticing, but no one batted an eyelid.
On to St Kilda where we parked in Woolworths underground car park, and bought a couple of things for dinner, as I had been commanded to cook!
Back home via the Esplanade, Fitzroy Street, Lakeside Drive and Albert Road. It was after 4.00pm, my rest time.
By 5.40 I was in the kitchen. Phyllis had cooked exactly as I asked, 1.5 cups of rice. I am used to dealing with one cup of rice for two people. Half a cup more needs more spice and other ingredients. There weren't frozen peas for the fried rice. It will be less colourful, but still ok.
The trouble with successfully cooking fried rice, they always want it again.
Once the kitchen was cleaned, Phyllis embarked on his blueberry muffins cooking, made from scratch. They aren't too bad, but undercooked, although nice on the outside. He doesn't know the oven. It is a hot Italian oven, so once preheated, it cooks quickly. For mine, if your want to cook muffins, buy a muffin mix box at the supermarket.
I've trained them so well to use the dishwasher rather than washing dishes under a running tap. What won't fit in the dishwasher tonight, will fit in the dishwasher tomorrow. Rinse and repeat as required.
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Me snapping Kosov as he snaps me.
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Their presence really is a positive addition to your life - which is lovel.
ReplyDeleteI don't like to admit it EC, but they have become precious to me.
DeletePerfect - Carlisle St, Chapel St, Glenhuntly Rd, Hotham St, Brighton Rd, The Esplanade, Fitzroy St and Lakeside Drive. Add Ackland St and you have described my family life :)
ReplyDeleteIndeed Hels. A circle of the best in Melbourne, made up of gays, Jewish, alternatives, hipsters, young professionals, homeless, mentally unwell, overseas students, older single people, public housing tenants...and more. What a glorious social environment.
DeleteThese Phyllis and Kosov posts are so fun to read.
ReplyDeleteKirk, I don't tell half of the tales I could.
DeleteI couldn't have left those dishes in the sink, I would have had to wash and dry them. A cup or two I can leave but not that load of mixing bowls.
ReplyDeleteI like hearing Phyllis and Kosov stories.
River, Ray and I never would have done so. We were organised so the dishwasher went on each morning, already loaded the night before. Their dishwasher use is erratic. If they fill it, they put it on, whatever time and it was me who said if it doesn't fit this time, it will the next. Neatly stacked in the sink doesn't offend me, unlike a dirty stove top.
DeleteDue to the heavy traffic in Melbourne, what should have been a simple outing with my mother—spending the day at Doncaster Westfield—ended up taking us three hours merely to arrive. The congestion was thoroughly exhausting
ReplyDeleteRoentare, I drive rarely but I know, I know. The traffic is just hideous. Post Covid, it is a whole lot worse.
DeleteYou all seemed to have a nice drive, does the car good to take it out once in awhile..lol Nice photos, but the kitchen sink, oh dear B would go bonkers if I left dished in there, so I always wash up cooking things and they rest go in the dishwasher and yours does too.
ReplyDeleteMargaret, yes a bit longer than it weekly trip to the supermarket, a total of 25 minutes, 5 of that in the carpark. Ray and I did well with washing up. He knew what to wash by hand and I knew what went in the dishwasher, but that was then.
DeleteIt is good for you to have the boys' company.
ReplyDeleteBoys is how I think of them Diane, but they are grown up men, with Phyllis soon to turn 22. Yes, I fell on my feet with them coming into my life.
DeleteAhh...you'll miss those two when they're gone.
ReplyDeleteLordy JayCee. Don't say that. I know it will happen one day, but not too soon.
DeleteIt is an old fashioned term ' going out for a drive' it reminds me of Sunday afternoons as a child. Your little family is happy and content.
ReplyDeleteI suppose it is Thelma. My childhood was full of Sunday drives. Ray and I went on Sunday drives with Mother and Step Father at times. They took grandchildren for Sunday drives in the 1990s into the 2000s. Mother's Sunday drives died with Step Father's death in about 2010. But even after then, Ray and I, and at times my brothers too took Mother for a Sunday drive. Sunday drives are part of my makeup. But the drive I wrote about was on Friday.
DeleteYou had a lovely outing. It's so nice to go for a drive sometimes.
ReplyDeleteJB, as long as you don't get stressed by the hideous traffic.
DeleteA nice afternoon out. I am glad I am not the only one who uses the dishwasher.
ReplyDeleteYep TP, that's what they are made to do, while we can get on with more important stuff, such as checking out a heartthrob of our youth.
DeleteOne of the benefits of living out our way is (slightly) less traffic.
ReplyDeleteThe Golfer’s idea of ‘a drive’ is just that…..on the road, drive then come home. There are words spoken sometimes!
Cathy, food must be always be included on a drive.
DeleteI've studied your local big roundabout. It looks as terrifying as the one to the south of Docklands. There are some places I just don't want to drive.
I remember when we would go for a drive just to go for a drive. Now traffic is so bad that I hate having to drive anywhere, Andrew.
ReplyDeleteThe boys came into your life to keep you moving and occupied just when you needed it. It is good to hear your stories with them.
Pat, I so agree. Driving is no longer the pleasure it once was. I too hate it.
DeleteI just love this friendship. You are a good mentor to them, and they evidently think highly of you.
ReplyDeleteDebby, yes it all is working quite well. We are good companions but still, at times I have be the boss.
DeleteNice drive, fun young men.
ReplyDeleteYes and yes, Strayer.
DeleteIt's sweet that they are so comfortable being publicly affectionate. I think in many urban areas that's not such an unusual sight anymore. I see it all the time here.
ReplyDeleteSteve, yes they are generally fine, and most know that some races can be more publically affectionate than others. I have warned them about their behaviour when in the outer areas where they work and use public transport to get to and fro.
DeleteI enjoyed touring about hearing about a bit of the city
ReplyDeleteThat pleases me. Thanks Cloudia.
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