Here & Now with S Sorrensen - Nov 19

Lismore Wednesday, 9.55am Look, I got a lot going on. It’s that time of year. And I want to tell you something.

I didn’t mean to get, well, smashed off my chops last night. (Great expresson that –‘off my chops’. I wonder what vegetarians say.)

It was a Tuesday night after all and, being a professional worker type, I would never normally dream of having a glass of wine on a Tuesday night. Let alone 10.

Actually, that’s not true. Most Tuesday nights I do dream of having a glass of wine. But I resist because I have to work today. I got a column to write. By 11am. (Oh God! Look at the time!)

It’s that mad time of year when I get depressed just looking at my diary. I hate having my life so booked up. Turning the diary pages from now till the new year, every week is chokers with work committments, social engagements and those little things I write in the spare spaces – usually a Sunday – like ‘you don’t need to drink’ and ‘climate change will bring the beach closer’.

Encouraging things. Helpful.

But really, I like the beach just where it is (near the lighthouse) and I want (not need) to drink.

Though not usually on a Tuesday night.

But hell, it was a ‘curry off’ between the neighbours and where I stay on Tuesday nights. (Being conscious of my carbon footprint, I lay my swag with this lovely woman and the oh-my-god-why-don’t-you-just-

have-a-wine Mr W on Tuesday nights rather than driving back to my shack in the hills. And, as well as the carbon footprint rave, if I play my cards right, I get to snuggle up with the lovely woman. He he.)

I’ve got a lot going on. And I want to tell you something.

My son, his wife, and their daughter were unexpected visitors last night. (Funny saying that. It took me 20 years to get used to having a son. Now I got a daughter-in-law and a granddaughter. And I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.)

So, with friends and family about, the lovely woman I refered to earlier – you know, the snuggler – cooked a vegie curry from scratch (mortar and pestle required) and the neighbour woman cooked a chicken curry (hormone-free chook of course) and we – my family, the snuggler and Mr W – went next door for the curry off.

And there was wine. How could I not toast the spicy pleasures of life?

Both curries were delicious; the wine was plentiful, and my granddaughter was an angel with a dummy, dozing on the sofa while lightning ripped apart the night sky around her.

As rain sprinkled sparsely but noisily on the tin roof of the verandah, I felt a sort of peace descend upon me. My son, his family, my girl, my friends. Good food and wine. Heaven on a stick.

Even now with deadline racing towards me like a semi in the rain, I still feel the peace. (Except for a slight niggle behind the eyes.)

I’ve got a lot going on – but I want to tell you something.

I have put together the best of these Here & Now columns from the last 18 months into a book. Yes. It’s at the printers right now. Be ready in a few days. How cool is that? It’s called Here & Now (wow) and you can buy one for $20. Great Xmas pressie. The perfect toilet accessory.

Email me at ssorrensen@gmail.comif you want one. Or contact The Echo.

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