THE YAAN : Come. Sit awhile on the eBENCH with me. I am on a countdown here. A personal countdown. Next Sunday, I will be 25 years clean and sober, all being well. Not everyone knows what that means but many of us do. The week leading into that day calls for reflection and some real decent bench sitting and ‘thinking it over’.
By seeming chance, I was contacted by a photographer last week who asked if she could do a sitting with me this coming Thursday. RUTH FAHEY A local Urunga girl. I said YES. I didn’t say why. I was 37 when I got clean. Now I am 62. A day of photos looks a good thing to me. Specially since I will have my niece and daughter and grand daughter here on that day as well. My niece is coming all the way from Newcastle on the train to clean mu house for me. Her mother was my only sister. She had impeccable taste. My niece and my daughter are like twins. On the Saturday Night, all being as I expect it to be, I will do the Bellingen meeting of Narcotics Anonymous and then go to the Bellingen Golf Club for Izzy’s first gig with the HONKY TONK WOMAN AND HER BIG, BAD, HANDSOME MEN. Sunday – the plan is the A.A. meeting at North Beach. That’s the outline. The details will fill themselves in.
This morning, I was in a room at North Beach, a book exchange. A young man came in and talked a little and then tears came to his eyes and he sat down on the lounge. He’s in rehab and his world must look as if it has just ended. Could be that it has just begun.
THE YAAN: Bellingen held its 122nd Agricultural Show this weekend. A friend from Oregon tells me he doesn’t know what a show is. Here are the pics and some videos. Bellingen is a town of app 2700 people. Once a year, the Show comes to town.
ON THE eBENCH : Watch this Space. I am going for one month of writing in the 3rd person ( more or less). Describing a photograph or topic. That should be interesting. Post of 250 words. Leaving ME out of it.
The LUFFLEY CAFÉ is in Murwillumbah. Its small with some footpath eating. Friday Nights, back in 2008, Kel MacIntosh and his Canaries played a strange form of Jazz to a street audience. Kel is the old fella in the middle. The smile of a cherub, has Kel. He’s in his 80s. On guitar is Scrubby Pete Hurcombe from Murwillumbah way. He’s a Blues Man from the Hillbilly Blues Banditz and on bass is Izzy Foreal from the Zarsoff Bros.
Kel, being an old Jazz Man of Murwillumbah, attracted the Ladies. He almost always received a kiss or a hug. There is a Jazz Club round on the river in Murbah. GREENHILLS, the venue is called. The Tweed Council was most peculiar about where the band could play. Despite the entire street being empty, the band was confined to the shopfront area and forbidden to overlap any other premises.
Luffley Café has some odd quirks and the desserts were not always as tasty as they looked. They did ballroom dancing there as well. They seem to have a connection with a village called Tyalgum. Incomers of course, so there are rippling after effects from tsunamis of Coastal Invasion. On occasion, good looking driftwood is left behind. Luffley is a little frilly for some tastes. Down the road is the original Murwillumbah Café. Booths and all and over the River in Tumbulgum was a wee café called the Birdwing. We certainly eat a lot and drink coffee a lot on the Northern Rivers.
KATI B IN THE BEER GARDEN OF CHINDERAH HOTEL IN 2006.
I have always liked the horrified look on her face but cannot recall what it was that she was looking at.
THE YAAN : The hay bales are in the paddock down near the garlic and the breezes have cooled somewhat. The Cheery redhead is going fishing with her Dad while her Mum studies for her teaching degree and the man is in his music room. Its Sunday. I have been looking at other blogs this week. Always interested in the lifestyles of the Other ad still disinclined to write many words so I shall simply post some more images of day to day things from my own life and take a look at YOUR life as well. We, once again, have toilet paper with patterns of ships and sea shells and the words “SAIL AWAY” printed on it.
DAY TO DAY SIGHTS OF LIFE IN NORTHERN NSW, AUSTRALIA.
A FEW MORE IN THE TOGETHER CHALLENGE. ONES WOT I LIKE.
THE YAAN : I would like to rant and bemoan the state of the world but due to having the complex and twisted personality of the Addict, I cannot allow myself too much of that, unsupervised, without venturing into dark and vicious realms of the Spirit. As a treatment for my outrage at the Age of Absurdity, I take a wee while each day to PROTEST. That’s my plan for this morning, followed by more Fairy Tales of Triflora.
METHINKS SHE DOTH PROTEST.
I live in rich farming country. Potato growing country. Amongst many other things Yesterday we ate potato chips from a local shop and commented on how good they were. When I was packing away the box we brought our food home in, I found that they were imported from Belgium. Belgium to Bellingen. Right across the World. WHY ? WHY? WHY? What’s more they will last until July of next year. Is that truly food ?
I live a half hour from Dorrigo.
BUT NO ! WE SEND TO BELGIUM FOR OUR FRIES. http://www.mydibel.be/NL/Home.aspx MY DIBEL !
I have nothing against Belgium but I have a lot against my potato fries coming all the way from here to there and now Dorrigo doesn’t even have its potato festival anymore.
Maybe its simply a mistake and they think the chips are going t Bellingen in Belgium. http://www.distance-calculator.co.uk/miles-from-ukkel–belgium-to-bellingen–belgium.htm
METHINKS SHE DOTH PROTEST.
THOSE ARE THE PLACES IN WHICH I PROTEST.