Since we don’t live by politix alone (I sincerely hope), what did people get up to this weekend? Join in, share some tales, regulars and lurkers all!
I had another really pleasant weekend. Friday night was art crawl night, kicking off with a bunch of friends at the Dell Gallery at the Queensland College of Art for free drinks as part of the Queensland Festival of Photography program. (It’s ongoing, so check it out if you’re interested – I hear good things about the Annie Hogan exhibition at the Museum of Brisbane.) We then headed across the river to Jugglers Artspace in The Valley for the launch of Nic Plowman’s new exhibition. After that, various bars, etc! On Saturday, some other friends and I decided to do Taco Saturday on their back deck – with a couple of bottles of New Zealand white, and some tacos we made with much garlic at every stage – watch out, vampires!
Jugglers I by *phenomenologist on deviantART
If you’d like to see a larger image of the photos, click on them then click on “full view” once you’re inside the gallery.
Jugglers II by *phenomenologist on deviantART
Jugglers III by *phenomenologist on deviantART
Jugglers IV by *phenomenologist on deviantART
I went last night with 1,199 (approx) other people to the Adelaide High School Centenary dinner, where I saw, among other people, my first-ever and second-ever boyfriends, several Head Prefects from my era (one of whom said at one point with genuine horror ‘You’re not a Labor voter, are you?’), and my old maths teacher.
Said maths teacher, still an inveterate traveller at 70-something, was singing the praises of the Internet, telling me all about her planned trip to Slovenia and how magical it was to be able to research all the fares and accommodation and maps online. ‘But you taught me the first thing I ever learned about computers,’ I said. ‘I would have thought you’d be a blasée old hand with the Internet by now.’
‘What was that?’ she said. ‘That punching-holes-in-cards business?’
‘That was it,’ I said. ‘I never understood a word of it.’
‘Oh, my dear,’ she said, ‘neither did I.’
That’s a delightful story, Dr. Cat.
The trouble with the internet is it leads to finding things like this. DO WANT.
You mean there are Labor voters here?
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Like the art. Reminds me a little of Brett Whitely. I was hoping to see more photos of places I used to live when I was Brizvegian.
Don’t worry, Adrien, I’m sure you won’t have too long to wait!
Well, I wore Friday’s revelry like an ashen sackcloth all Saturday. Ngueergh.
Came up smiling this morning, for a beautiful day in Melbs. Took my daughter to the Abbotsford convent, and Collingwood children’s farm.
Lovely, Lefty! I have to be quick and take Boychild for one last visit to the Childrens Farm before he gets old and blase (i.e. 12.)
Because we have the New Dog, we have been going to dog obedience club every Sunday. Today we had trials, and after a ridiculously easy test we were both shoved up a class. Both dogs are now Silver dogs.
If they get right to the top of the ladder (which I doubt) they can be Diamond Dogs.
Too right Helen, you’ve got 12 months before he’s a sullen pimply naysayer. Passes though! Boys come good again around 16.
Me, I hear horriffic tales of little sweet 4yo girls like mine turning into teen monsters. Worse on Mum, though, I’m told
Abbotsford convent was great: they’ve got glassblowersm cafs, a gallery, even a bar!
Miss One woke me up with an emphatic “Gheh!” – I was so glad daylight saving had finished I didn’t care. I’m not sure what “Gheh!” means, although it’s occasionally a chant, like “gheh GHEH! gheh GHEH!” (for proper effect, using rising inflection on the softer “gheh” building to the “GHEH!”. It might be some complicated thing, like “hello! I am awake and a little thirsty and where is Hi Five DVD and the pony that makes noises when you squeeze it and just how adorable am I with my two little bottom teeth and wide blue eyes and sandy hair with the reddish tinge with little curls at the back and rosy little cherub cheeks and I will cuddle you and make the awwww noise you like. gheh GHEH!”
Then again, it might be “drink, now”. I dunno. I like the cuddles and the awww noise.
Plans for the levitating banana economy on a hold this weekend, as I got suckered Tom Sawyer style into demolishing a built in cupboard. Yes, quit yer cryin’ it was an original 80 year old built in cupboard, but it also reeked of 80 years of rat droppings and is of no use for storage. Her indoors pointed to the massive ball of cables that is where the PC lives and points to a magazine with a neat computer, I explain that the idea doesn’t fit in the hole next to the cupboard where the tangled ball is. Her indoors says, oh shame, that looks like a lot of work and you do look tired. I say, that little thing? Sucker grabs his hammer time. Gah what a mess it was underneath where the rats had been living before we moved in. Now the empty space stinks like tung oil and the rancid stench of sanded rat wee is lodged in the back of my neck. Never marry someone smarter than yourself.
We haz had lurgy. DO NOT WANT.
I IZ SORRY TO HEAR THAT!
“If they get right to the top of the ladder (which I doubt) they can be Diamond Dogs.”
NOw that is a truly glam aspiration.
Good luck.
Sunday was not so good. I wanted to fix the rollbar on my tractor, but half way into the job realised that I’d left half the tools I needed 150 km south in Adelaide, and some of the bolts were either too long or too short. I was not happy.
So I went to the pub instead, drank a couple of relaxing schooners, and drove home.
Early Saturday afternoon – bought beautiful bright red gumboots for Miss nearly 2. Saturday afternoon, lost lovely red gumboots somewhere on the block or in the house. Sunday spent most of the day looking for bright red gumboots to no avail. Will take any suggestions for where they could be, not matter how ridiculous.
Goodluck with your search Mindy,have you tried the shed?I once found a gumboot in my freezer!
Went to Ikea to look at sofas, got duly befuddled, tried to get out in under 2 hours with under 5 uselss pieces of crap. Just made it.
Still better than Saturday – woke up at 4pm, thought OMGBBQ!!1! What happened to my sinuses?!?!? [streaky mirror on mantlepiece knows... empty wallet nods, winks] Where can I sit in this living room strewn with vinyl?!!?! [fuck it. The floor'll do] Why do I need a scotch to get out the door for a Japanese dinner party?!?!?! [why ask why?] Why did I agree weeks ago to said dinner party with very sweet non-football-loving couple without checking whether it was WESTERN FREAKING DERBY DAY?!?!?!? [now THERE'S a decent question].
Still, go Dockers!!!
Well, this week-end was something considerably different to my usual one of reading and taking notes for the book I’m resaearching and writing. Friday night, finally met one of my next door flat neighbours. He’s a young (30s)composer and he was worried the noise of his music bothered me. It doesn’t – he’s been my next door neighbour for two years I think, and he’s actually incredibly considerate. Anyway turns out we’re both book lovers, have some similiar music tastes – I’m not entirely non-musical despite being tone-deaf and partly deaf but it has reduced my pleasure in it over the years – the consequence of being up the front of too many loud rock concerts in my youth, and a stint at a boiler-making factory – trials of the working class if you know what I mean. Anyway, we quaffed several glasses of a nice red, he read the prologue to my book on the computer and said he liked it, etc. stc. A very pleasant night.Will go and listen to some of his music soon.
Saturday morning woke to find water all over the bathroom – a leaking tap the agent hadn’t got round to send a plumber round for had got somewhat out of control and looked like (paranoia, paranoia)that it might spread to the living room where I’ve got all my books. Panic, panic, panic. Several, and I mean several,phone calls later to the real estate agent pumber finally arrives to fix it before the flood got out of the bathroom. Relaxing afterrnoon, reading, note taking, TV at night, etc.
But it ain’t finished yet.Quiet day blogging on LP, reading, note-taking, watching East of Nowhere on TV. I had curried prawns and rice for tea. Six hours or so later I realised this was a very bad move. Lots of vomiting. Called an ambulance, taken up to hospital about 1 in the morning, given an injection to control nausea in the back of the ambulance. Kept in hospital til 3 am, given the kind of pill they give you to control nausea in chemo (so this is what its going to be like when it comes)to take home.Haven’t had to take it yet.Sent home in a taxi. (They coulda kept me in till after breakfast. There was nobody else in the emergency ward.) Now sort of okay.
Bless you, my child. There’s bonus points for every school zone you speed through.
Playin’ with fire there, David. I forgot to mention that on the way home from my school reunion I got pulled over — lights on high beam flashed at close range into the rear-vision mirror (surely this is dangerous and irresponsible from anyone, much less a copper?), then the turning blue and red lights, and finally a bit of siren whoop just to make the point — for what turned out to be nothing more than a random breath test. I think they were just bored. But THEY ARE OUT THERE.
Which is why I had only had two glasses of wine over 5 hours, and blew 0.00. Sorry, DD, I know that’s pathetic.
Yes, I would expect more from a school reunion. Aren’t you supposed to cram for tests?