Monday morning was slow in reception so I was able to call home and talk with my parents and Grandma. Sadly, I didn’t get to talk to my Grandma too long since the French couple from last weekend came back to book 3 more tours with me. I don’t get a commission from the tours I sell, but when we sell tours I’m more likely to be granted a Familiarization Tour (“Famil” for short) later on, so I’m hoping to get a free Harbour Cruise out of the deal. Anyway, by the time I called my parents back they’d already taken my Grandma home. Despite the brevity of our phone call, I was able to collect this conversational gem. I’d asked Grandma if she’d won anything at Bingo recently. *The first time she’d ever played at her nursing home was the last time I saw her before I left and she’d won the jackpot at the end, which equates to about 25 cents.* She replied that she had played, and she’d won 10 cents. I congratulated her and asked if she had already spent it or if she was saving it for a rainy day. Without pausing to think she replied, “I’m saving it for when my granddaughter comes back from Australia and I’ll buy her a lollipop.” She’s always got an answer.
Monday night was Rav’s birthday dinner and it was pretty good fun. I knew a few of his friends that were there, so that made it feel less awkward; I’d met Murray, Steve, Ray, and Mick before and they’d all come to volleyball since I’d first met them. There were about 12 of us total, I think, and we had dinner at a Turkish restaurant, so that was pretty neat. Spent most of the dinner chatting with his friend Murray because he was sitting beside me and Rav was busy chatting with an old friend who just happened to be up from Brisbane for a few days visiting. Murray is an interesting chap, he’s also a med student, graduating this week, but he used to create films and documentaries and had entered them in film festivals and such. After dinner about half of us headed to the Salt House, but thankfully we didn’t stay too long – I’d been up early to work in reception and hadn’t slept well the night before so I was “knackered” as the British say.
After another early morning in reception yesterday morning I managed to catch a brief nap in the afternoon – it’s so stinkin’ hot here now and I should have turned on the AC, might have got a better nap that way. I headed to the library and was reading the paper when Louis showed up. He’d told me he’d made sandwiches for dinner and we just needed to run to the grocery store because he needed to buy some peanuts and milk. After our quick trip to Woolworths we stopped by Bohemia so I could change for volleyball and then headed to the courts. There are picnic tables and BBQ areas all along the esplanade, so we grabbed an open table near the courts and he pulled out the sandwiches. As I pulled mine out of the container he started telling me what was in the sandwich. I nearly fell off the bench, I couldn’t stop laughing. In fact I’m still chuckling as I write this – no joke, there were cucumbers, egg, lettuce, sausage, peanut butter, and jelly. And maybe cheese, I can’t quite remember. He said something to the effect of, “you love PB and Jelly”. He knows I eat peanut butter on my pancakes and that I have PB & Jelly toast for breakfast most mornings, so he must think I eat PB&J on everything. Thankfully he hadn’t overdone it on the PB&J, but it was definitely the most unique sandwich I’ve ever eaten. Volleyball was good fun; Steve, Ray, and Mick came, along with all the usual people. I won’t bore you by listing out all the names, but Pukari and Caterina were there as well so the four of us were able to chat and play at the same time. I managed to stay injury free for the night, so that’s always a bonus. Well, I’m off to the GBR again tomorrow – a famil request, so I’m only paying the levy fees, which is awesome, because the trip would otherwise be costing me almost $300! Hope you all are enjoying your fall weather, because, although I enjoy the constant sunshine, the humidity on these 92 degree days sometimes gets to me….