This is my favourite bench to date. It has the elements of benchiness which appeal to me. Chunky. A little askew. Companionable. It looks to me to be a bench which has loved and lost. A Worn Bench in its own way.
I am here on the eBENCH early today. That’s due to my having a rare commitment in the straight world. i.e. a doctor’s appointment. I am not designed for commitments. I am not designed for doctors’ appointments. I am designed for freelance living. I have pretty much reached a stage of my life where I am able to live like that most of the time. Now and then – something comes along and the straight world and me collide.
First thing I do is sit down here and figure out whether I really want to do any business at all with that world and the answer is that I don’t.
Think I shall go visit the Baby and Her Mother instead. Drive up the South Arm Road along the River and sit in the sun. Sounds a more healing prospect to me.
The benches at Bellingen Showground are favourites of mine. There are three grandstands. Not all that Grand but that’s what they’re called. A few scattered benches and on the far side are the less Grandstands for watching rodeos and pony club etc.
Farewell breakfast for Peter Knox from AUSTLIT at U.Q. in St Lucia. The café is called WORDSMITHS and the bench is STONE. A FINE bench.
MARCH 2011. Looking over to Yellow Rock Road across the Bellinger River. It was 34 degrees C at 5.30 pm. Took a swim and then took some shots of the clouds coming over at sunset.
2010. I have rarely been South of Sydney in the last 20 years or more. Last year we took time to do the South Coast. “DO IT”. I was not looking for benches back then. I was just looking. Now I drag the figurative photos out of the figurative shoebox searching for BENCH pictures to add to my collection.
So here is Minnamurra. I hadn’t been there since the 1960s when we used to go to Minnamurra Falls en famille. I loved the rainforests and the mystery of the walk up to the Falls. This time, we went to the village of Minnamurra. Didn’t see much there but I have nevertheless added the pic and noted the traditional bench. Beside the letterbox. Outside the shop. There is a chance its at a bus stop although I can’t see any real indication of a bus stop. It might just be the ‘sit down and have an ice cream’ type bench. Once again, as I see over and over, there is noone on the Bench. Empty benches.
Since I have been looking in the TROVE, I have come across BENCHES in the Old Newspapers etc so I shall bring a few of them to you this morning.
The first one is a bench stop. I don’t quite know what a bench stop is but :
BENCH STOP. (1923, March 10). The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld.)
With my newly acquired bench on the front verandah, I have been considering even more uses for benches. I am looking at it as a meditation place as well. So, I am taking a look back through the Pics and I have come across the sleeping bench that Doug B and I made for Kati B in Bilambil where I was short of sleeping places. Doug did some drilling and prop making and we located a single door and popped my spare mattress on to it and there was the laundry converted in a moment.
Much better than the mattress on the floor where my ex-husband once woke with a dead mouse near his head.
I am doubling up on the bench today. It is a very hot day and even young people were taking a break. As for me, my usual timidity kicked in and so I have my usual rear views of people who had been sitting on the bench. I was waiting in Bellingen outside the IGA for Kati B and the Baby. It was on that Bench that a young man came up, lifted my hand to his lips, kissed it and called me Auntie.
Today, a young fella was sitting there when I arrived. He had a guitar in a case, skateboard, suitcase on wheels and backpack. We chatted a while. He was hitching back up North to Brisbane to get rid of all his belongings and then to hitch around Australia. He had been in Brisbane during the Flood. He took my hand, shook it and said, “ My name is Jack.” Then off he went to Kombu to get some food for his hitching. I love young people.
It was one quiet day in Bellingen. Very hot. Just Garbielle’s dog waiting while she shopped.
I have the bench on my front porch now. Solid. Oregon, so they tell me. I am intending to use it as a meditation bench amongst other things. I watch the kookaburra from it. I rest my feet on it when I am sitting on the outdoor lounge. At the moment, its my favourite bench. Solid, secure, lent to me by family.