TARPEENA TALES
The reason we have retired is that it makes it easier for our sons to
summon us when they need help.
So it was with gay hearts that we answered Tony’s call to help him shift,
especially as he had offered to pay the fuel costs up. A minor hiccup with a
trailer loan meant we had to call on Don’s help in lending us a trailer, that’s
what mates are for- to be called on in time of need.
Those who have shifted houses know how time consuming it is.Packing and
loading and transporting and then unpacking is bloody tiremsome once but when
it means multiple trips it can become downright annoying. Well Tony’s shift was
in between tiresome and annoying,the weather was hot and the new place is
upstairs and along a verandah about a hundred yards long, well twenty
anyway,and we had to make two trips but it was all done in good grace and what
other reason would have had to go to Adelaide?
To see Bill and Olivia of course, after all Olivia is due to give birth
soon and we stayed with them so we could get all the latest.We don’t want to
know whether it is a boy or a girl and if they know they are not giving it
away. Exciting ain’t it being expectant grandparents!
Olivia couldn’t give me my usual thrashing at scrabble as I got involved
putting up a website for the new baby keenan. You can visit it at www.babykeenan.malcolmandnuran.com but there aint much there yet.Anyway it was
better than getting beaten at scrabble.
And to see John and Roxy of course.
So we journeyed to the outer limits of
The evening was warm and balmy with a mild breeze blowing and the outdoor dart
board therefore presented a problem for my floated darts. Never the less a
close competition resulted and the score being level it was decided to play for
a trophy in memory of the departed chicken we had consumed. Shame that things
have to die to feed us but try telling THAT to a shark about to chomp you in
half.
It's the law of nature, bigger things eat smaller and less harmful things.
So the Ridgehaven Rooster Trophy was played for, the winner getting crowing
rights until the next time, and sad to say this was won by son John who timed
the breeze to perfection and finished, stylishly, on a centre Bull. Sad to say
he was not a gracious winner,more a crowing winner, but then winners are
grinners and the losers can please themselves.
To show you how chagrined I was I even left my darts behind! Now like Beckham
without a left foot and Hewitt without a
"c'mon" I am mute and uncomfortable.
John has promised to return the darts. I hope so I need the practise!
Tony had a further mission to return some of the stuff he had borrowed and
a guided tour, that is I was guided by Tony, of
True to the Keenan homing instincts we drove straight home after ther job
was done, in perfect weather,and on the way
we did our good deed for the day.
Two lads were walking towards Keith and they still had 15 kms to go when we
picked them up. They looked just like John and Tony would have if their car had
broken down and we felt sorry for them. Mind you our car was fully loaded and
the trailer would have been more comfortable if a bit more breezy but we made
room for them and the air conditioner brought a smile to their poor red faces.
They had already walked 4km. A bad ride is better than a good walk, and a
bloody site quicker, so they were transported to their home in Keith and we
journeyed on happy to have helped someone in distress. Pity more don’t do that
on the road as one day even those big 4wds will break down and then two young
bucks driving past will give them the finger instead.
At one time everyone in
I remember when we were coming home from
That’s what mates are for and in
Have a nice day.
Tarpeena
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