As always, a big part of moving house is saying Goodbye to friends and family.
Recently, our concert band played at the Clare Show – our final performance as a part of the Clare Valley Concert Band. We will so miss you guys! We had a wonderful day, full of music, food and activities, and merrily blurted out all our favourite pieces: Comedy Classics, Moondance, Viva La Vida, and of course, The Man from Snowy River and Lean on Me.
During the day, we got to meet an old childhood favourite - Humphrey B Bear!
At the end of the day, it was time for the ‘Young Farmers Competition’, and four of our members teamed up to enter – Andrew, Daniel, Orson and Sammi. They did soo well, having to erect an electric fence, roll hay bales, put out a fire, and the final task was, naturally, a sculling competition! Poor Orson had a little trouble with putting on his fire suit – clothes went on backwards, braces didn’t quite get there before the jacket, and so on – he was struggling, but it was most entertaining for the rest of us! The sculling then proved to be an issue for Sammi, although my Daniel seemed to have no problems at all – then again, he has had some practice lately at all the homeschool camps (soft drink only, of course!).
In the end, our team came in fourth. Yes, there was only four teams – but they did put in a mighty effort, and not too bad at all for musos.
Afterwards, we headed south to Adelaide for the evening, where, after dropping off Jessica and Daniel to a party, we enjoyed dinner with Orson and his family, and spent several hours chatting and enjoying each other’s company. When I was finally able to tear myself away from the lovely evening, we headed off to pick up the others from the 21st, determined to get home early – it is a 3-hour trip back home, and already, it was around 10pm.
Oh well, best laid plans! We just couldn’t help ourselves, and happily gate-crashed the party, and had a great time! It was my nephew’s 21st, and we enjoyed meeting many of his friends, and hearing some very interesting stories all about our Patrick, and many of his ‘extra curricula activities’. The theme of the night was ‘the eighties’, so we fitted in very well. At one point, my son Daniel was inside, and he suddenly heard someone take the microphone and begin blurting out ‘I Love Rock ‘n Roll’ along with the music. His immediate thought was, ‘Well, someone’s having a good time!’ I’m still not sure if he was disgusted or delighted to discover that it was, in fact, his mother – and yes, I WAS having a good time! My sister-in-law and I were having loads of fun, hassling the young people and having very in depth conversations with them about who exactly should take that last piece of cheese – and how chilli flavoured cheese tastes nothing like apricot, thank you very much!
But all too soon, we decided we really must head home – and instead of our ‘early’ getaway, we ended up crawling up our driveway at 4am, completely exhausted, but still in a great mood – despite having to say Goodbye to our band, our good friends, and family members, it had been a wonderful day.