walks around dandenong. jeff skating while i’m pushing the pram. posing for pictures while an indian guy walking past makes eye contact before giving me the thumbs up for unknown reasons which puts me in an awkward spot so i tell jeff to hurry up fussing with his camera already and just take the friggin’ picture. lunch at that indian place i told you about. again. because i’m a sucker for spicy goat curry. or anything spicy, really.
except that on this day, it was windy as. raven seemed to love it, though. sneezing once in a while when the sun hits her face. a genetic quirk she got from her dad because i don’t get the same reaction when i’m exposed to the sun. (what i do get is a headache when i’m sleeping/napping with the sun’s glare directly on my face.)
so while jeff was out there somewhere doing his thing and footy fanatics were having a barbie or whatever it is that they do to celebrate the long weekend, raven and i bonded on a park bench while i talked to her about windy days and dancing trees and leaves whispering secrets to each other. you know, typical make-believe stories i can’t wait to tell her more of when she’s older. and more gullible.
i could’ve talked to her about australian football too, for relevance, but i know nothing about the game. the one and only time i watched footy was in 2013 and even then, i couldn’t understand a thing. what i can tell you from that experience is that the players’ thigh muscles look about as solid as an arabian horse! i kid you not.
anyway, that pretty much capped our footy weekend. don’t ask me who won. i don’t even know who played.
*raven at 5 months old