Somewhat restrained summer fun
Jan. 30th, 2022 03:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
capn_n_pyeWhile Omicron ravaged its way through the country, we did our best to get our summer holidays on. La Nina was playing funny-buggers with the weather, which was just an opportunity to enjoy time by the beach when it is not nice to be on the beach. D’admiral got his new toy and took up his role as a detectorist, promptly finding a 1946 shilling in his own backyard…
The Powder Monkey lead the way on the expanded search and WOW would you believe the treasure we unearthed!!
Bottle caps, nails, and detritus from the build?! Beat that!
We took the detector back to G-Town and just look at the treasure we found there (it appears that our back yard is where nails are grown).
Nonna spent some quality time on the ship – please enjoy this photo of possibly the last people left in Victoria to not have COVID (yet).
When it comes to unrestrained summer fun, nothing can get in the way of the annual Milky Foot bonanza. Bubbles, colouring in, face masks and feet basting in acid so all the dead skin falls off later, this is what summer is all about!
Pye and the Powder Monkey also aggressively jigsawed, smashing through one after another. The World of Shakespeare one was a particular favourite, and it has been decided that this too shall henceforth become an annual tradition.
Meanwhile, Stinky was out there crocheting like a maniac. Having finished the upstairs folk from Ghosts, she had the bit between her teeth and had no choice but to keep on going and make the plague pit inhabitants. Mick, Jean and Nigel are showing excessive signs of cuteness, and the rest are lurking in the dark, waiting to be discovered.
Moose enjoys posting pictures to Tumblr so that he can get attention. He joined 10 years ago and was all happy in his goblin corner, digging through the trash like a racoon, holding up any shiny treasure he liked, and occasionally making an original post (usually when he was on a trip and wanted to show off). Pye found a screenshot from July 2020 that shows that in about eight years, Moose had made 254 original posts, with a total of 619 notes on them.
Mathematical people will notice that is an average of 2.44 notes/interactions per post (seems generous, but who are we to argue with maths). Fast forward to year two of a pandemic and Stinky's wild quest to crochet the cast of a rad TV show, and Moose had made 65 more original posts - only now the total number of notes is 7,360 \o/ 😱 D'admiral kindly mathsed that for us, to reveal that makes it a 847% increase in notes omg.
Speaking of D’admiral, January means D’admiral’s birthday, too, and this year is a big one. Too bad we can’t make plans to go anywhere or do anything big, but we can decorate his throne appropriately…
… and if it was impossible to get eight people into a winery for a proper Lunch, at least a slap up seafood lunch at a pub was on the cards.
His loving grandchildren agonised over finding the perfect card, and we’re pretty sure they nailed it…
… while Stinky used her powers to get together a squad of fellow chaps turning 70 in 2022 (with a special-guest star of fellow 8 January baby)
L-R: D’admiral, Mr T, Imran Khan, Harvey Weinstein, Vladamir Putin, Elvis Pressley
Check out this three-tier cheese cake (literally)!
Here we are trying to learn how to play one of his presents – the board game Wingspan. Some games are quick and simple to get the hang of, and other games are… Wingspan. Full props to the Powder Monkey for reading all twelve pages of instructions!
These days it is very difficult to have a proper party to celebrate momentous milestones like these, so D’admiral and Chuckles had to settle for being taken to Montalto for a capital L Lunch (a later celebration for D’admiral and an early one for Chuckles). They twisted our arms to get us to start off with champagne and oysters (◔_◔)
… and even popped a little candle in on their dessert, lol
One of the lovely things about Montalto is their sculpture park that you can stroll around once you’re stuffed to the gills…
… although the last couple of years have been tougher on some inhabitants than others…
Summer continued apace, and look, we found another aerobie!!
We were supposed to be able to enjoy the Great Australian Beer Festival, but they (wisely) went and postponed it to April #omicron_life. Nothing can stand in the way of cheese, though! We had been patiently waiting for Splatters to open – finally the cheese train left the station!
G-Town is proud home of Australia’s only cheese train (like a sushi train, but with cheese), and their opening special was pre-paid all-you-can-eat in-90-minutes extravaganza of cheese, crackers and charcuterie. Pretty sure they went pale and started shaking when they saw the five of us walk in, but that’s on them for having the offer!
10/10, would gorge self senseless on cheese again.
We spent the rest of the holidays continuing to try not to get the Rona, and encouraging the Powder Monkey to utilise his extensive vocabulary:
The sky contrived to look pretty rad sometimes, too…
… although it did tend towards being far too windy for a while there…
Who likes sunsets?
WE like sunsets. Hooray!
We also like wandering around in the dark with a dog called Hugo, so that’s nice.
One morning Pye popped upstairs to discover Chuckles happily jigsawing in the company of a mudlark. His name is Colin and he is an idiot.
Before he left, the little bastard managed to do a good job of shitting all over the place, including – quite impressively – on the ceiling. Having heard about the mudlark’s adventures, a pigeon decided to wander in the next day, but after rubbing its arse on the current jigsaw for a bit it left without as much of a fuss - mudlarks clearly need to learn South East Asian manners like the scum dove lol. However, we are not looking forward to the ibis popping by.
Stinky made the very good point that as the holidays progress, at any moment the two of us could wander inside only to be met by D’admiral and Chuckles wielding brooms and nets, shouting, “GET OUT, YOU DON’T LIVE HERE!!”. It’ll be a good sign that it’s time to go home, I suppose. But if they do that, who will do all the jigsaws in the world??
And who will make small versions of characters from Yonderland?
And who, WHO I ASK YOU will cut eye holes in toilet rolls, put a glow stick in then hide them around the place to look like monster eyes???
And who indeed would set this haunting chuckle to be able to play over the house’s sound system?
Who would buy books from a garage sale, some old but classy and others old and snigger-worthy?
And WHO would laugh at this driver obliviously dragging their bumper all the way to town?
Speaking of laughing at people, we were talking to a friend on the street and their toddler got grumpy and got out of his stroller. He demanded mum pick him up, which she did, briefly, before putting him down again. He looked outraged, took a step and "accidentally" fell on his face. After a fleeting moment of contemplating the dirt, he started crying and got picked up again. He had a nice cuddle, sniffled a bit more, suddenly farted hugely, then turned a beautifully sunny shit-eating grin back to his captive audience. If that's not living your truth I don't know what is, and we am frankly envious of the little fellow - toddlers really are like tiny drunk adults, and Moose is endlessly impressed at how tiny womb nuggets hold a multitude of farts.
Triple J's Hottest 100 always heralds the end of the summer holidays and this year it was an absolute banger. We were very happy that The Wiggles took out the #1 spot, but were absolutely delighted that Tom Cardy came in at #11 with our favourite song of the year.
All this excitement had to come to an end at some point - this picture of an incoming storm also happens to accurately represent the looming nature of term one – we can’t wait to go back to school and start sharing those spicy germs. St Sebastian, pray for us.
The Powder Monkey lead the way on the expanded search and WOW would you believe the treasure we unearthed!!
Bottle caps, nails, and detritus from the build?! Beat that!
We took the detector back to G-Town and just look at the treasure we found there (it appears that our back yard is where nails are grown).
Nonna spent some quality time on the ship – please enjoy this photo of possibly the last people left in Victoria to not have COVID (yet).
When it comes to unrestrained summer fun, nothing can get in the way of the annual Milky Foot bonanza. Bubbles, colouring in, face masks and feet basting in acid so all the dead skin falls off later, this is what summer is all about!
Pye and the Powder Monkey also aggressively jigsawed, smashing through one after another. The World of Shakespeare one was a particular favourite, and it has been decided that this too shall henceforth become an annual tradition.
Meanwhile, Stinky was out there crocheting like a maniac. Having finished the upstairs folk from Ghosts, she had the bit between her teeth and had no choice but to keep on going and make the plague pit inhabitants. Mick, Jean and Nigel are showing excessive signs of cuteness, and the rest are lurking in the dark, waiting to be discovered.
Moose enjoys posting pictures to Tumblr so that he can get attention. He joined 10 years ago and was all happy in his goblin corner, digging through the trash like a racoon, holding up any shiny treasure he liked, and occasionally making an original post (usually when he was on a trip and wanted to show off). Pye found a screenshot from July 2020 that shows that in about eight years, Moose had made 254 original posts, with a total of 619 notes on them.
Mathematical people will notice that is an average of 2.44 notes/interactions per post (seems generous, but who are we to argue with maths). Fast forward to year two of a pandemic and Stinky's wild quest to crochet the cast of a rad TV show, and Moose had made 65 more original posts - only now the total number of notes is 7,360 \o/ 😱 D'admiral kindly mathsed that for us, to reveal that makes it a 847% increase in notes omg.
Speaking of D’admiral, January means D’admiral’s birthday, too, and this year is a big one. Too bad we can’t make plans to go anywhere or do anything big, but we can decorate his throne appropriately…
… and if it was impossible to get eight people into a winery for a proper Lunch, at least a slap up seafood lunch at a pub was on the cards.
His loving grandchildren agonised over finding the perfect card, and we’re pretty sure they nailed it…
… while Stinky used her powers to get together a squad of fellow chaps turning 70 in 2022 (with a special-guest star of fellow 8 January baby)
Check out this three-tier cheese cake (literally)!
Here we are trying to learn how to play one of his presents – the board game Wingspan. Some games are quick and simple to get the hang of, and other games are… Wingspan. Full props to the Powder Monkey for reading all twelve pages of instructions!
These days it is very difficult to have a proper party to celebrate momentous milestones like these, so D’admiral and Chuckles had to settle for being taken to Montalto for a capital L Lunch (a later celebration for D’admiral and an early one for Chuckles). They twisted our arms to get us to start off with champagne and oysters (◔_◔)
… and even popped a little candle in on their dessert, lol
One of the lovely things about Montalto is their sculpture park that you can stroll around once you’re stuffed to the gills…
… although the last couple of years have been tougher on some inhabitants than others…
Summer continued apace, and look, we found another aerobie!!
We were supposed to be able to enjoy the Great Australian Beer Festival, but they (wisely) went and postponed it to April #omicron_life. Nothing can stand in the way of cheese, though! We had been patiently waiting for Splatters to open – finally the cheese train left the station!
G-Town is proud home of Australia’s only cheese train (like a sushi train, but with cheese), and their opening special was pre-paid all-you-can-eat in-90-minutes extravaganza of cheese, crackers and charcuterie. Pretty sure they went pale and started shaking when they saw the five of us walk in, but that’s on them for having the offer!
10/10, would gorge self senseless on cheese again.
We spent the rest of the holidays continuing to try not to get the Rona, and encouraging the Powder Monkey to utilise his extensive vocabulary:
The sky contrived to look pretty rad sometimes, too…
… although it did tend towards being far too windy for a while there…
Who likes sunsets?
WE like sunsets. Hooray!
We also like wandering around in the dark with a dog called Hugo, so that’s nice.
One morning Pye popped upstairs to discover Chuckles happily jigsawing in the company of a mudlark. His name is Colin and he is an idiot.
Before he left, the little bastard managed to do a good job of shitting all over the place, including – quite impressively – on the ceiling. Having heard about the mudlark’s adventures, a pigeon decided to wander in the next day, but after rubbing its arse on the current jigsaw for a bit it left without as much of a fuss - mudlarks clearly need to learn South East Asian manners like the scum dove lol. However, we are not looking forward to the ibis popping by.
Stinky made the very good point that as the holidays progress, at any moment the two of us could wander inside only to be met by D’admiral and Chuckles wielding brooms and nets, shouting, “GET OUT, YOU DON’T LIVE HERE!!”. It’ll be a good sign that it’s time to go home, I suppose. But if they do that, who will do all the jigsaws in the world??
And who will make small versions of characters from Yonderland?
And who, WHO I ASK YOU will cut eye holes in toilet rolls, put a glow stick in then hide them around the place to look like monster eyes???
And who indeed would set this haunting chuckle to be able to play over the house’s sound system?
Who would buy books from a garage sale, some old but classy and others old and snigger-worthy?
And WHO would laugh at this driver obliviously dragging their bumper all the way to town?
Speaking of laughing at people, we were talking to a friend on the street and their toddler got grumpy and got out of his stroller. He demanded mum pick him up, which she did, briefly, before putting him down again. He looked outraged, took a step and "accidentally" fell on his face. After a fleeting moment of contemplating the dirt, he started crying and got picked up again. He had a nice cuddle, sniffled a bit more, suddenly farted hugely, then turned a beautifully sunny shit-eating grin back to his captive audience. If that's not living your truth I don't know what is, and we am frankly envious of the little fellow - toddlers really are like tiny drunk adults, and Moose is endlessly impressed at how tiny womb nuggets hold a multitude of farts.
Triple J's Hottest 100 always heralds the end of the summer holidays and this year it was an absolute banger. We were very happy that The Wiggles took out the #1 spot, but were absolutely delighted that Tom Cardy came in at #11 with our favourite song of the year.
All this excitement had to come to an end at some point - this picture of an incoming storm also happens to accurately represent the looming nature of term one – we can’t wait to go back to school and start sharing those spicy germs. St Sebastian, pray for us.
