A Happy New Year to al of you Fellow Bloggers. A mad crew we must be to have persevered with this challenge.Bravo !
THE YAAN. Its 10.20pm here in Bellingen, Australia. All is quiet. Its 21.5 degrees Celsius. There’s been 1.2 mm rain since 9 a.m. this morning. And there’s almost no wind. Now and then, cheers erupt from the house 2 doors up the street. Nothing too raucous. Across the river, we heard fireworks briefly at 9p.m. but didn’t see anything. Likely I will be in bed before midnight. Izzy’s music gear is all stashed in his van. John and him played by the pool at the luxury resort despite the rain and cold and I went to my meeting in town and talked again until the shops were shut. My Girls were here during the day for a bit. All in all, a peaceful ending to a tough year. Me, I am going to read Edgar Rice Burroughs in bed. The CHESSMEN OF MARS this time. I’m leaving all the confusion and relational hurts alone for the rest of the Year and letting it all sleep.
One thing I do do – is wish you all a 2012, that ….. Let me think. The 2012 that is the BEST for you.
Back into the TROVE for me to see what other New Year’s have been.
The photo challenge for the last week of the year is up.. BETWEEN had some relevance to the ending year for me but over here in Australia, WINTER is not for another 6 months and something specifically associated with NEW YEAR would have appealed to me.
No matter. The Photographers will take the Theme someplace interesting. I think I shall go with SUMMER since we are in mid Summer despite the weather being wet and cool.
First up then, a shot from this morning here at the mudbrick house .
THE PATH TO THE RIVER.
Its not like Summer here at all today. Wet and cool and clouded. I woke to it this morning and then opened the Net to find this post from FRIZZTEXT.
http://flickrcomments.wordpress.com/2011/12/30/weekly-photo-challenge-winter/ with a personal message to me. He’s right. We do NOT get snow here at all. Sometimes a little flake or two a couple of hours up the mountains but not down here on the Coast. Our usual Summertime is very hot and humid with days spent in the river or suffering at home. Thank you for the images of Snow. I shall take a look around the Challengers before I add to my Summer images. The Man who is still in my life at this time is meant to play music poolside at Pacific Bay Resort today but the weather might beat them as well. I am settled in for the day, here in Bellingen. Meeting later in town and then, maybe, No 5 Church Street for New Year Dinner. A couple more images from this mid Summer morning and then off around the World to look at Winter
SUMMER RAIN OUT THE BACK ON NEW YEAR’S EVE 2011.
Tip No 30 : Let it sleep
THE MUD BRICK WALL WITH THE EYE.
I am going to lie down and think about the Yaan. Back soon.
Well, I took my time getting back to you. I truly let it sleep. Me and IT. I have been asleep almost all the day. In the mudbrick house down by the river. I think I shall let it sleep entirely for the day. I have some reflecting to do about the year which has passed before I go back to writing.
For now – LET IT ALL SLEEP.
Let the grievances sleep. And the memories. Let the hopes for 2012 sleep and the worries abut family and about where to live. LET IT SLEEP. The air is sweet and cool. The breeze is up from the river and its mighty good to be in a house made of mud and timber and stone instead of steel framed. I do not like steel frames. I like wood under my feet and windows open onto the world. I like seashells embedded in mud walls and I really like standing around talking to like minded people for so long that we forget the time and miss the last of the shops and then we LET IT ALL SLEEP.
The definition of between: In the space separating (two points or objects, etc.)
Between also continues to be used as it has been throughout its entire history, to express a relationship of persons or things considered individually, no matter how many.
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FROG ON THE KITCHEN WINDOW LAST NIGHT.
Tip No. 29 : Paint. Or draw.
Morning, All and Sundry. Still sitting here on the eBENCH. For a while anyways. I truly thought I was settled in. Now, with things once again amuddle, I am drawing myself in. Gathering myself together and preparing for the Unknown. It might not seem like big changes to some people. It might not seem like grievous tragedy or hard times. It might not seem a difficult thing to do – bit it is. Times like these, I don’t play around too leniently with my own emotions and thoughts. I prepare. I pull in resources. And I sit here on the eBENCH, taking myself through the various disciplines which lead me through IN BETWEEN times.
I wanted to STAY PUT – in my life as it is. Now, I face the relationship restructuring. ( How is that for a non-emotional description?) That means I face the house hunting, social welfare jiggling and relocation. None of these things is simple on a disability pension income and with a shortage of accommodation in the area. It means – another sinking of a ship of dreams.
THE YAAN PART 2.
Afternoon to you all.
Coming in for sunsetting here. The swallows have come home for the evening and the cicadas are about. I have friends. For a week I have their house. A beautiful day. That’s the man in my life on the left in the photos between the leaves of the passionfruit . How can two people in their 60s come so close to getting it right and yet miss by a millimetre ?
Well, as for the week, I have the care of a house. Built from stone and timber and mudbrick, down on the Bellinger River. I have a story about today. A good one. I haven’t drawn or painted . I took the Cheery Redhead shopping and that’s where the Story is.
I shall tell it to you before I go to bed in this lovely home. It’s a short story and it is a good one. A girl took a saxophone out and began to play.
The girl who plays the saxophone is called Carolita and the man who makes ballons is called Frederico. They are Italian Travellers.
I DON’T LIKE THE BLUES. I HAVE MY REASONS. BUT I DO LIKE THIS LADY.
DECEMBER 27 2011 : She had the loaded handbag of someone who camps out and seldom goes home, or who imagines life must be full of emergencies. Mavis Gallant.
A YAAN AT NIGHT.
Taking a double shift on the eBENCH today. I didn’t expect BETWEEN to keep gathering meaning for me. Back when Dad was in his 80s and longing for death, they were transferring him from one temporary respite centre to another. One well-meaning nurse said to him “ think of it an a learning experience, Bruce.” He gave her his “ I wouldn’t piss on you from a great height” sideways look and said “ I have had quite enough learning experiences for one lifetime.”
Well, that’s how I feel tonight. Another dratted ‘ between’ time.
THE PASSION FLOWERS AT THE BEDROOM WINDOW.
BETWEEN YOU AND ME, this one had me perplexed. I could think of a quadrillion “between” shots and I saw some impressive and novel posts from other Bloggers but nothing caught my fancy – not quite. Till this morning. Good Morning CONSPIRACY OF RAVENS. That post tickled me. I am up early and now I am up early AND giggling thanks to the SPACES BETWEEN picture.
It still leaves me fairly idealess for myself on this week’s Photo Challenge but that’s no matter. It’s the week between Xmas and the New Year. It’s a week I am very fond of. The week of Grand Reflection that leads me out of 2011 and into 2012. Maybe a photo challenge image will come during this week Between the Years. One image per day from the week between. First one is this mirror pic that I took yesterday. Thinking back over the year that took my sister and an ex lover, a good friend and the son of some old companions of mine. This year that was filled with the delight of my daughter and the departure of my son and his family for the nether regions of NSW. Thinking about the collapsing form of the life I have been leading during 2011. Between Homes. Between Years. First day of the Week Between was Kati B’s birthday We didn’t meet up. I stayed home on a day of almost perfect weather.Perfectly to my taste. I stayed home and didn’t leave the property at all. The owners are away and we have acres to ourselves. And critters. I hhosed down the verandahs and did some washing. Hung it on the line on the verandah with my new bionic pegs. A little old couple from up the Tablelands in Uralla designed the pegs but couldn’t get them made in Australia and had to get it done in China. I bought 4 packets at $7 a packet because I liked the little old couple when I met them selling at our local markets. They are GOOD pegs. No hinges and they hung on to my clothes through pretty powerful winds yesterday.
Today. I have a meeting in town at 10 a.m. I’m planning to take a look at the beach. They say it was closed yesterday. Too wild. Tides HIgh and Big Swell. Might poke my nose into the real estate agent as well since affairs are seemingly leading me to moving out on my own – again. Then home to go on with the Week Between’s reflections on 2011. Reckon that might add some more grizzle to the face below.
ME ON THE FIRST DAY OF THE WEEK BETWEEN XMAS AND NEW YEAR.
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PHOTO CHALLENGES FROM OTHER BLOGGERS.
Tip No 28 : Use “said” instead of any other word
Boxing Day. The sun’s shining again. 33 years ago I had a baby girl on the 26th September at 10.37pm in the midst of one wild thunderstorm. Today she is 33 years old – obviously – and has a girl of her own. We have spent much time together over the last 2 years . Me. My Daughter and her Daughter. I’m simply saying that. Not muttering nor suggesting nor yelling.
I am simply saying – MY DAUGHTER IS 33 YEARS OLD TODAY and she has a DAUGHTER OF HER OWN.