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On Tuesday my granddaughter took me out for the day. She doesn't need phases: only impulse and a sort of a plan. We drove down the mountain to Oxenford, where we spent a happy hour or two op shopping. She harvested a pile of clothes, spectacular on her slender body, and showing individual taste: slim fitting knitted dresses; a striped dress; a knitted dress she plans to shorten to a top; a plaited wide belt; jeans that she didn't like by the time we got home and passed on to her mother; and a wedding dress and veil, in which she looks stunning. My clothes shopping was less successful, a cardigan with sleeves a mile too long and no shape. However, I collected a supply of spoons and bowls, an owl coffee mug, a square plate and a small red-striped glass bowl. I also sprawled on the floor and trawled through books to find ones suitable for “those Polish twins”.
Then we joined a small queue waiting for the Sushi Train to open, and T bought me lunch. She ordered with enviable knowledge and aplomb. At the end of the meal she stacked our plates neatly, something she always does because she appreciates it so much when customers at the Indian restaurant where she waitresses stack plates for her.
Her navigational skills got us to Nerang for cheap movie day: $5.50 each. En route she regaled me with tales of stabbings, and friends who are too afraid to go there. This third part of my treat left me ambivalent. A film about a group of male strippers headed by Channing Tatum, would not be my usual choice of movie – for me, or my granddaughter. I'd seen a bit of Tatum the night before and couldn't understand why he was so exciting. Quite frankly, I didn't really want to see more of him. However, T kept assuring me he was “hot”, and I'm always keen to understand the thinking of my descendants. Now, I'm almost inclined to agree: at least I can't get his face out of my mind's eye. However, the muscle-flexing, rib-showing and sexy gyrations made me want to giggle, rather than moan with lust or expire with delight in the male body. My favourite shot in the whole movie, believe me or not, was an aerial view of a beach and ocean, two vertical (or were they horizontal?) rectangles, the sand marked by bright patches of beach umbrellas, the sea by the white foam of breakers.
I was delighted that my nearly-sixteen year old grand daughter wanted to take me out for the day, despite intergenerational incomprehension.
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Was the wedding dress to keep for the future? I look forward to my G daughters taking me out? Clubbing perhaps ššš
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No clubbing for me. Magic Mike was about my limit! However, I was honoured.
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What an education you are having Meg. I love to hear about your outings. I wondered about the wedding dress too, but it will be a very floaty thing for the horse training session. Are you back in the snow of Stanthorpe yet? A bit chilly for those midnight toilet trips!!!! I saw the images on TV last night. Mothers getting the family up in the wee small hours to experience snow that they had not seen in their life time. I actually put an extra blanket on last night.
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I was so glad I was here for the few hours the snow fell.
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Do you ever get snow at Potato Point? Did you go out and take any photos?
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No snow at home. and photos posted in a later blog.
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I’ve just been over looking at them, they are magical.
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Still puzzling over the wedding dress. Isn’t she a little young? š And I’m bereft without a photo of your stripey bowl. (I’ll pass on the cardigan š )
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The wedding dress? I was being a bit mischievous, wondering if anyone would ask. It’s for a media assignment – she now has to train her horse to accept floating garb on the rider. She’s pretty good at film-making.
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That’s an interesting one (assignment) and I’ve just registered ‘snow’!!! (other comment) I can be very slow on the uptake š š
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Post scheduled for this evening.
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I’m just playing with Alice for my 6WS š Keep warm!
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