Paco at the party
It’s been an extremely busy weekend, with not one, but two parties - for my niece who has reached the grand old age of one, and an early birthday celebration for my dad. Lots of fun and associated festivities. The weather was perfect, especially given that we had barbecues on both days.
Photo shows Paco enjoying himself at the party on Saturday. He went from person to person, begging shamelessly, and most people couldn’t resist and gave him bites of food. He was extremely full and extremely tired by the end of the day.
As a result of all the partying I haven’t managed to do even a fraction of the things I could have done:
- Finish the paper(! I gave in and emailed to ask for an extension this morning…)
- Write email
- Do Dutch homework (I didn’t go to class this weekend due to the party but my Dutch teacher has thoughtfully - and I don’t mean this sarcastically! - emailed me the assignment for next week)
- Translate the piece of Japanese text for KR
I’ve told myself that there is NO WAY I can even think of doing this free online course at the moment. It looks very interesting, though. (Via How to Save the World.)
One of the highlights of M’s birthday yesterday, for me, was this:
Garlic? Yes, garlic. The purplish bulbs are organic, West Australian-grown garlic that just smell divine. They’re from Mr Organic in Fremantle. We were standing at the stall chatting yesterday when I started to smell this wonderful garlicky odour. Looked around and found that I was standing next to a box of garlic - beautiful purplish red bulbs, heavy with garlicky essence. Mr Organic told me that the garlic was grown by a retired couple living in Baldivis.
The other garlic in the picture - on the right, the white bulbs - is the usual variety I can find in the shops (or markets). I think it’s imported (from China?) and by the time we get it it’s dried out and a shadow of its former self, and with practically no garlic odour at all. It seems to be quite difficult to find locally grown garlic around the place. I wonder why. The local stuff is so much fresher and wonderful I’m sure we’d all choose it over the much sadder imported variety.
The car was faintly garlic-scented by the time we got home.
We spent much of yesterday in Fremantle with M’s family. Had lunch at Benny’s, and chatted while watching the rain. A lovely way to spend a birthday, I think.
Today’s M’s birthday - HAPPY BIRTHDAY M!!!!! - and we’ve both got the day off, to go have some adventures, engage in debauchery, have fun, whatever. More later.
