We are staying in the city and yesterday
watched the madness of strangers’ festivities, up close and personal, without
the use of binoculars or telephoto lenses. People were up at silly o’clocks
scrubbing outdoor furniture and setting places. They dressed in their best
casual gear as befits some shitty hot temps and then greeted friends and family
who all crowded around the too small table. They ate their lunch and then
disappeared sometime in the late afternoon leaving the hosts to clean up and
wash and put away.
Steve and I on the other hand,
dragged out of bed at about 8 and did the HO HO HO and paper rip dance, had a
leisurely breakfast of ham and eggs, played a long time with our pressies and
then wandered off to the ferry for a little ride on the river which was
followed by a fruitless search for a beer. It beggars belief in this day and
age, that the only way you can buy a beer in Brisbane on the 25th of Dec, is if you also buy a SUBSTANTIAL
MEAL, and not one between us but one each if we both wanted a beer. Steve was
doing the xmas roast so we didn’t want a meal, just a beer, so we sat and drank
water and whinged for a while about the craziness of it all and then caught a
ferry home and had a beer.
Our special meal was at night,
cos it is just too hot to eat during the day and Steve doesn’t like to eat
lunch anyway. I set the table with a couple of crackers / bonbons and we ate
exactly what we like, the way we like it, drank some beer and wine, laughed at
the silly jokes. No we didn’t wear the silly paper hats, and we didn’t have
matching serviettes. It was all so uncomplicated compared to hustle and hassle
we noted across the way.
In the abstract I sometimes envy
large families, but the reality of the heat and the work and the tension and
fights kicks back in and then I am happy that I can please myself, well Steve
and myself. When Bell and Zig come down to the big house for ‘christmas’ on the
5th of Jan all the pressure will be off so we can have a
celebration but again, not of the for the traditional kind.
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