Sunday, November 6, 2016
A good weekend
I didn't do anything much on Friday night but on Saturday night I put on a dinner for an old Army friend, Rod H., who was my Sergeant Major in my Army days. And Rod was a born sergeant major, nearly 6' tall with a deep strong voice he could command any army parade like a natural -- because he is a natural.
Sadly, however, he didn't stay in the Army, on the grounds that he didn't think much would be happening in the peacetime army. He guessed wrongly there, though, as the Australian army has been deployed in all sorts of places ever since -- mainly in peacekeeping roles but also involved in a few hot wars -- Afghanistan, Iraq etc. If Rod had stayed in he would have been a Colonel by now, which is a real distinction.
Anyway, we have kept up contact in a very desultory way ever since so I thought it was time to do a proper get-together. I shouted him and his lady a dinner at the newest Chinese restaurant near me. The food was good but the communication with the staff was very fragile. I am inclined to think that one of the waitresses knew as much English as I know Chinese!
Rod brought along his lady, named Michelle. She was a very jolly person which helped entertain us all. She and Anne got on very well too. Rod and I did to some extent lapse into the convention that the women talk and the men listen. I don't know what the feminists would make out of that! We old Army bods would be non-persons to them anyway, I guess.
Rod and I talked to some degree on Army matters but we mainly exchanged reminscences and stories from our past generally. But the conversation flowed, making it a very good night.
We finished with coffee and chocky bikkies on my verandah.
And on Sunday night I cooked a dinner for Sandy and myself. My idea of cooking is to heat something up but there is a lot on offer for that purpose in Woolworths. On this occasion I bought a set of pork porterhouse steaks with garlic and herbs -- and it turned out quite well.
Sandy and I talked mainly about her personal matters and about her late parents, who were both good friends of mine.
After dinner we listed to a disc of operatic arias sung by Caruso -- music that was a great favourite of her late father.