Did You Think I Forgot You???

Tim and I have been lazy about blogging lately. It’s probably due to several reasons, none of which I’ll go into here. We have gotten out recently – left the house – explored – etc. Urvashi (Tim’s student) is here from Socorro (originally India), so we had a good excuse to take the ferry to Watson’s Bay (south of Sydney). Here is a photo that I took from South Point at Watson’s Bay.

As you probably know, Sydney is a photogenic city.



Last week Tim and I made it to the Manly Wine and Food Festival. Saturday was miserable, but we decided to go on Sunday because the weather held up. We did not find the food booths until after we had eaten at one of the beachside restaurants – costing us considerably more than a nice gourmet cheese plate from a booth. We tried a couple of short glasses of wine from two booths, and with our money, we received a wine glass (actually glass), and cute little wine glass hangers that you put around your neck. These leave your hands free to stuff yourself with a dessert plate (for example) that had eight sample portions of different types of pastries – hmmmmm. Tim and I split one plate, which was more than plenty.

Several posts ago, I mentioned Aussie words that have “i.e.” added to them (e.g., sunglasses are sunnies). I cannot remember which ones I mentioned before, but, but here are a couple more:

Your mailbox is called a “Postie”.
Presents are called “Pressies”.
Breakfast is called “Brekkie”.
A Mosquito is called a “Mozzie”.
Parents are called “Oldies”.
Your car registration is called a “Rego” (not “i.e.”, but still….)
A relative is called a “Rellie”.
Surfers are called… what else? “Surfees.”
I could go on, but you get the point, right? I get the feeling that Aussie slang was developed by three year olds (no offense meant!)

On the other hand, some terms and phrases are endearing. I love the Aussie way of say “no problem” or “it’s ok.” They say “No worries!” I smiled when I left the butcher the other day (I’m a “veggie” – the bones were for our dogs!). After handing him my money, he said, “Good on ya’, G’day!” Ya gotta love’em!

Cheers! Judi