WASHINGTON: Obama’s invitation to his inauguration politely declined by Payton L. Inkletter – too much hand watering to be done

In other news…

13^th-14^th January 2009:

Tuesday: Janny and I drove to East Victoria Park on this mid to high twenties Celsius day to pick up my mother, who 58 years ago today got married to Dad in St George’s Cathedral, Perth. We went first to Sir Charles Gairdner Hospital and dropped a Byetta prescription off for Janny, before we went over to the Subiaco Arts Centre park for a sandwich lunch Janny prepared this morning, using the V-JayJay ham. We all agreed they were magnificent sandwiches. We were entertained by crows and a variety of other birds, including willie wagtails, in this beautiful park.

Back then to pick up the dispensed prescription, and off to shop till they dropped; at this point I became very much the taxi driver. I took the pair of retail hunters to three shops to do with materials from East Victoria Park to Cannington (confirming Janny’s ‘Material Girl’ sobriquet, given to her by the very witty Kip Dumpling), after which marathon we went to Hester Park on the Canning River, the first time for all of us, and had cups of tea and brownie slice, all courtesy of Janny. A family of large ibis stayed together on the opposite river bank for the more than one hour we sat there. Janny noted the peculiar behaviour of a number of men around, and wondered to me if we had not stumbled upon a cottage? We kept this wondering to ourselves, not wanting to disturb Mum with the contemplation of such challenging things for one of her generation.

We returned Mum to neice and sister Elizabeth’s and Mary’s about half six o’clock, and when we left we met the girls returning from their evening exercise walk. It was a treat to not miss them after all.

I was too whacked to walk again tonight, and could only titivate with a bit of watering outside and the odd job on the pooter inside, with a tad of TV in between, including Letterman.

Wednesday: Slightly warmer, 30 Celsius, on the way up big time as forecast. I managed to get up on the roof late today to do some more gutter cleaning and gutter guard installing, as well as the usual watering and micro-fertilizing. Janny had picked up Pa pree much earlier to spend the day with us.

We watched the big comedy line up on ABC from eight till half ten, with a break to return Pa pree, and a big favourite of mine has become The Omid Djalili Show, the natural born comedian that he is. ‘Star Stories - Take That: How Our Success Was Nothing To Do With Robert Williams’ was quite a lampooning of Tom Cruise and Scientology, and dare I say it, Scientology asks for it. But then so do dozens of other mainstream religions, even though I use the word ‘religion’ for Scientology in my wider definitional sense of ‘the pursuit of value’, which subjective definition is to be covered well in my forthcoming book ‘The Dawkins Deduction’.

I returned Pa pree about ten p.m., and did more outside watering until Letterman, and then very late I mustered up the energy to go for my first walk in three days. A group of youth in dark clothing on push bikes about 2 a.m. checked me out with undue solicitude, possibly sussing whether I was worth mugging.

I hung out the washing on my return, and did a few things in the back garden under lights.

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