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.
2BBB STREAMING LIVE RIGHT NOW.
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.
Tip No 27 : Don’t write if you’re upset at someone.
Evening, Friends. A quiet night. I am not actually upset with anyone tonight. How good is that ? I have been upset with people and places and things for what seems to be forever. I was out in the Bush for Christmas and having a truly good time but now I am thinking of DOLLS. The Cheery Redhead received this beautiful doll from Santa Claus and I have been thinking of the Doll I had when I was little. I wasn’t a very Dolly sort of little girl but I did have ONE doll. She was rather beautiful. Her eyes open and closed and she cried when you picked her up. Kati B spent a lot of time finding a doll whose eyes opened and closed and who was pretty.
I think I only ever had ONE doll. They had hospitals for dolls then and we were very faithful. I liked the ones who drank a bottle and then wet their nappy.
The Cheery Redhead’s new doll is one of those special dolls.
As for the rest of the day. it was one classic Australian Xmas Day – just a little gentler – a little more moderate in temperature and mood than it sometimes is. Thanks Brierfield people.
One day at a time.
Turned into a good one.
Managed to snaffle a gift for the Daughter that is good enough to please me.
It’s a little Xmas but its Xmas.
Now I have a platter of fruit ready to go tomorrow.
Izzy is wrapping gifts for the little girl and we are to venture up South Arm Road at 7.30 am to share in the Santa gift opening.
Tonight we went to No 5 Church Street in Bellingen with friends.
To the LONELY HEARTS XMAS FEAST. $20 per person.
Now that was a happy time. Good local food. Home made ice cream and sauces. Beautiful young people.
NO 5 CHURCH STREET BELLINGEN. THE FEAST OF THE LONELY HEARTS COMBINED WITH A BIRTHDAY.
WHAT on Earth has Happened to OUR GLORIOUS Weather?. (1934, December 15). The Australian Women’s Weekly .
Morning, out there. I’m taking a real eBENCH sitdown this morning. Before a cup of tea or breakfast. I was up before dawn and it looked like the rain was going to last all day. I stumbled across the article above. That’s what its been like for a couple of years here.