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38 -- Starving for Sydneyside Summer
NOTE: This blog is a continuing dialog between the two faces of rilla. The identity crisis is explained (if such a thing is possible) in the first edition. Click here to read: 1 -- Introduction
Rilla: Yes!
rilla: Sorry?
Rilla: I'm so glad you asked.
rilla: About what?
Rilla: If I had a fabulous time in Sydney. I did!
rilla: I didn't ask.
Rilla: Oh.
rilla: I didn't even know you'd been to Sydney.
Rilla: What?
rilla: When did you go to Sydney?
Rilla: In December! You don't remember? Nothing at all? How about the incredible food?
Rilla: Yes!
rilla: Sorry?
Rilla: I'm so glad you asked.
rilla: About what?
Rilla: If I had a fabulous time in Sydney. I did!
rilla: I didn't ask.
Rilla: Oh.
rilla: I didn't even know you'd been to Sydney.
Rilla: What?
rilla: When did you go to Sydney?
Rilla: In December! You don't remember? Nothing at all? How about the incredible food?
Rilla: Or, going on our favorite hike in the Blue Mountains...
Rilla:...down the Charles Darwin walk...
Rilla:...to Wentworth Falls?
Rilla: No? Then how about the incredible food?
Rilla: And the cold blustery day we revisited the Three Sisters...
Rilla: ...and Fitzroy Falls?
Rilla: Still drawing a blank? Then what about drinks with friends...
Rilla: ...the fabulous port?
Rilla: Seeing our old apartment in Pyrmont?
Rilla: Hmm...OK. Let's see. Huh! You really don't remember the incredible food?
Rilla: Or seeing the Opera House and wishing we had time to take a ride on the Manly ferry again?
Rilla: Visiting friends and their beautiful homes and gardens...
Rilla: ...and families?
Rilla: ...even when they fought over our shoes?
Rilla: ...not even the incredible home-made food?
Rilla: Nothing? You're hopeless.
rilla: That was a lot of food!
Rilla: Yeah! My diet went for a six.
rilla: You're on a diet?
Rilla: We were discussing Sydney.
rilla: And your diet.
Rilla: No. We were talking about food and friends...
rilla: YES! I do remember having dinner with someone special.
Rilla: So it's not alzheimer's yet...
rilla: It was great. We had dinner down by the toaster. She is the...the...hmm...the...
Rilla: It is alzheimers, after all.
rilla: I have it. She is the West Sydney Children's Officer.
Rilla: What were you doing having dinner with the police?
rilla: No, no, no. She is the Western Sydney Young People's Officer.
Rilla: Armed forces?
rilla: NO! Why can't I get this right? Judith, help me out here.
Rilla: Judith?
rilla: Yes, that's me with Judith and Harriet. We spent the whole evening discussing...that's it...Judith is the Western Sydney Young People's Literature Officer.
Rilla: Literature Officer? As in censorship...?
rilla: Good Grief, NO! She...she...what do you do, Judith? Hey! Maybe, Judith can tell us what she does if we interview her on this blog.
Rilla: Sounds like a plan to me. Nothing like keeping a blog and getting someone else do the wor-writing! Maybe we can have dinner with her too.
rilla: You still on that diet?
Rilla: What diet? Why would you insist...?
rilla: You seem to be inordinately stuck on the notion of food.
Rilla: I'm fine. I really am.
rilla: You sure you've had enough to eat?
Rilla: Of course, I have!
rilla: Yeah? Then why's this keyboard dripping wet?
You are the fabulously quirky and independent woman of character. You go your own way, follow your own drummer, take your own lead. You stand head and shoulders next to your partner, but you are perfectly willing and able to stand alone. Others might be more classically beautiful or conventionally woman-like, but you possess a more fundamental common sense and off-kilter charm, making interesting men fall at your feet. You can pick them up or leave them there as you see fit. You share the screen with the likes of Spencer Tracy and Cary Grant, thinking men who like strong women. 