Written December 24, 2020.
Just as I was expecting we’d be alone in the bay for the Big Day, S explained that they were staying and expecting company- their son, his girlfriend, and another friend. I’ll be glad of people making happy noises next door.
Today Dee has been setting up the pontoon power station- remember that? begun so long ago, but it fell onto the back burner because we needed to afford a new inverter, which my ANU teaching gave us. Now we hope to run an solar powered air conditioner for the searing days, which will make K happy – but of course, it’ll only work while the sun shines, as power bounces directly off the batteries.
Then Dee said he also was staying in the bay, rather than visiting relatives with his wife. So we won’t be alone, after all.
You and Tripi had better come to us then, I said. As if I was someone competent, not someone who posts cards two days before Christmas, and doesn’t come from a proper family. Someone proper who knows How Things Are Done, and even more, How To Do Them.
The first test.
About the middle of the day.
But it’s not a test. It’s simple kindness, to him and for us as well, so we won’t be lonely. The sort of kindness they all show to me.
Tonight Dee with his beer and Tripi dropped in just as we were finishing off dinner, my first attempt at Gago-Gado from Charmaine Solomon’s Complete Vegetarian, with her peanut sauce but without chilli or soy sauce, which K and I can’t have. We insisted he eat at least what was left. he won’t have to cook veggies for himself. One of the Christmas Spiders that hang everywhere here was annoying GG so Dee plucked it from just above GG’s head and hurled it, web and all, over the edge of the deck.
You’ve got to do that 3 times to make them move someone else. But– he reassured my anxious face – It’ll be spinning out its web as if falls. You’ll see.
And within 3 minutes it was back, but keeping a safe distance, hanging now from the deck railing.
So now I’m sitting up late waiting for two Christmas cakes to bake, very healthy one from a recipe that suits K’s allergies. Monique- she doesn’t look old enough to be allowed to turn on an oven- but she’s more, she’s a nutritionist and it’s made from gluten -free coconut flour and almond flour.
Of course K can’t have any sort of sugar including dried fruit, so I grated lots of carrots and dates which she can get away with, and walnuts and pumpkin seeds. Then the moment I pull them out, i go wild and drizzle whisky into both cakes – I only meant to do one. While i write this, I try a tiny piece, with a tot of Christmas cheer. And while dates and carrots aren’t as good as raisins and cherries- it’s ok. Particularly with the whisky. I might sodden them up. And me, too.