A Feast of Weeds
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izmeinaTime flies when you're having fun.
Once the clock struck midnight on Thursday 29th February and I now no longer have to tweak the dates on my old 2019 calendar, it was a bit hard not to be constantly reminded that Sunday 3ed March 2019 was when I spent a whole day at an auction trying to get back some of my mum's stuff.
Most important were her nursing medals earned over 60 years of service.
Of no interest to any potential bidder but of course of great sentimental value to my sister and me.
Unfortunately they were in the same lot as 3 US silver dollars which were of great interest to other bidders but not much to me.
I only got half of the items on my list as so many went well over my price limit. But I was not expecting to find myself bidding on the magnificent mahogany dresser that used to be in the dining room of Number 4 Privet Drive.
So the garden festival in the hills was a much nicer way to remember Petunia. I even brought her black grandma shopping trolley because I knew I'd be adopting a lot of leaf babies.
This time I knew the bus and train routine since I first visited last September.
The lady with the stone pine trees had a stall. This time the pots were a lot bigger and $35 each not the $20 I paid 6 months ago
The festival venue was gorgeous. An old park with lots of shady trees and so many stalls selling the most beautiful weeds.
But unfortunately, it was such a beautiful day that there were hordes of rug rats there too.
I had to keep finding little nooks off the beaten track to hide in to recharge my batteries.
So I suppose it was suitable that the book I had brought was "The Autistic Brain" by Temple Grandin.
It's now nearly a year since I've been diagnosed "officially" autistic.
It sure explains a lot. All those times that I thought I'd fallen into zombie mode or the pit of depression turned out to be basic sensory overload.
At least it wasn't Sundowners as I used to see with so many oldies from about 4pm onwards.
I'd already known about the traits of terrible facial recognition, avoiding eye contact, developmental problems with speaking, clumsiness and obsessive special interests but it was the sensory issues that were the biggest revelation
I'm off to a different festival tomorrow & will adopt the same tactics to avoid Constant Vigilance mode.
Once the clock struck midnight on Thursday 29th February and I now no longer have to tweak the dates on my old 2019 calendar, it was a bit hard not to be constantly reminded that Sunday 3ed March 2019 was when I spent a whole day at an auction trying to get back some of my mum's stuff.
Most important were her nursing medals earned over 60 years of service.
Of no interest to any potential bidder but of course of great sentimental value to my sister and me.
Unfortunately they were in the same lot as 3 US silver dollars which were of great interest to other bidders but not much to me.
I only got half of the items on my list as so many went well over my price limit. But I was not expecting to find myself bidding on the magnificent mahogany dresser that used to be in the dining room of Number 4 Privet Drive.
So the garden festival in the hills was a much nicer way to remember Petunia. I even brought her black grandma shopping trolley because I knew I'd be adopting a lot of leaf babies.
This time I knew the bus and train routine since I first visited last September.
The lady with the stone pine trees had a stall. This time the pots were a lot bigger and $35 each not the $20 I paid 6 months ago
The festival venue was gorgeous. An old park with lots of shady trees and so many stalls selling the most beautiful weeds.
But unfortunately, it was such a beautiful day that there were hordes of rug rats there too.
I had to keep finding little nooks off the beaten track to hide in to recharge my batteries.
So I suppose it was suitable that the book I had brought was "The Autistic Brain" by Temple Grandin.
It's now nearly a year since I've been diagnosed "officially" autistic.
It sure explains a lot. All those times that I thought I'd fallen into zombie mode or the pit of depression turned out to be basic sensory overload.
At least it wasn't Sundowners as I used to see with so many oldies from about 4pm onwards.
I'd already known about the traits of terrible facial recognition, avoiding eye contact, developmental problems with speaking, clumsiness and obsessive special interests but it was the sensory issues that were the biggest revelation
I'm off to a different festival tomorrow & will adopt the same tactics to avoid Constant Vigilance mode.
