I Know What you did last Sunday

It was rainy. The sun popped up to say hello. I was driving. I needed coffee. Sunday in Caulfield is pretty quiet. Caulfield is a jewish ghetto. You’d think there would be a decent cafe latte the first day of the week. No way.  Macdonald’s was on the wrong side of the street. I did a right, drop the daughter at Helenslea Drive, did a U and ordered a large latte at Maccas’s.   Wrong move. Should have ordered small. Proceeded to Clayton where my son plays with the Greek soccer team. He’s no greek, but a great midfielder Then headed back to Caulfield, picked up Hannah and went back home.  That was 4 days ago.... today I asked my daughter what we did on Sunday. She couldn’t recall. “I stayed home” – why??  Then it all came flowing back. There was no guilt. There was the usual defensive  “How do I know??!!! That was AGES ago!”  You can figure she’s a teennager.  You can’t imagine how close she came to be physically maimed for life.  

Anyway, this blog is for a friend whom I know is reading because she’s a blog reader and she needs regular sex.  But hey... who am I to comment. A good blog is hard to find.

So how did it all flow for my daughter?  How did she suddenly remember what she did last Sunday?  I must say it was a stroke of brilliance. I told her to start using her brain to take pictures. Picture it and all will be revealed.

Tesla, one of my most admired inventors of the 20th century could imagine his inventions.  My heart bleeds for Tesla because he actually invented the radio but didn’t get round to the patent office fast enough (probably didn’t have the dough) and that Marconi dared to lay claim to the fame.  If there’s one person you’ve not discovered in your life and should know more, may I recommend Tesla.  He is googlable.

So what has it got to do with the blog-reading friend?  Same-o same-o. Picture it. Imagine yourself. Do  a walter mitty.... all will be revealed.  The best things happen to people who see it in their minds.  I am sure, for my daughter, she is re-living Sunday in Caulflield and how on the following Wednesday evening, a flying frying pan - launched by a parent,  missed her head by 2 centimetres.