Happy strawberry daiquiri.
I must say this has been the most unchristmassy christmas I think I’ve ever had. And I’m not the first one to say that. I’m just not feeling the chrissy love this year.
It’s been a long year that flew by, if that makes sense. Most of it filled with my fathers various trips in and out of hospitals and nursing homes. He gets to escape from the home tomorrow and go to his home for lunch. We’re going over for the day and I’m expecting it to be pretty depressing really. You know if he wasn’t such an impatient man none of this would have happened and he knows that. He said to me not long ago – I bought this all on myself. If he had of just sat in his chair and waited for Mum to help him and not tried to get into bed on his own he wouldn’t have fallen over, broken his ribs and started the whole merry go round depressing disaster that it became. I don’t know if I’d want to go home if I was him and then have to leave and go back to the fun house. See my room and my things, I just don’t know.
But he will be fine no doubt and put on a positive face like he always does. And we’ll all just eat too much and drink too much and get on with it as well. As we do.
I’m not sure when this photo was taken, maybe late 60’s. Typical Australian christmas day. Bloody hot and dry. Considering my mother only had one sister and my father was an only child they managed to pull a good crowd on christmas day. It was always a big day, lots of people, lots of grog and food and always lots of cherries. That was when cherries were a christmas treat and only arrived at the shops in December. Now of course they fly in from overseas just about all year round.
Maybe that’s my problem with christmas. When I used to see cherries in the supermarket it was exciting because it meant Christmas was close. Now I see them in August and it ruins it. Shops start displaying trees and decorations in early November and for some absurd reason we have Christmas in July celebrations. I refuse to acknowledge Christmas in July.
But as I say, late 60’s maybe although I don’t see any of my siblings or myself in there. There seem to be a few people missing. That’s my mother sitting at the front in between the two kids and that’s Dad standing behind her and to the right with the blue shirt, black hair and smiling. I think thats Mums sister peeking from behind the tree but she looks alarmingly young. Sorry it’s kind of crap quality but if you click through it gets a bit clearer but you get the idea, blue sky, dead grass, hot sun, everyone sweating like a mofo in their good gear.