Friday, March 27, 2015

March 27. Day 86. Home is where the housework is

The nesting instinct. It's a real and powerful thing. It's what makes a dusky moorhen drag a great big leaf across the pond. It's what prevents me from allowing my home turning into a complete tip. I mean, I have to create a safe and habitable living space for my lot. But there's no need to be silly about it. Friday afternoon could be a time to get a jump start on the weekend chores or it could be a moment to grab all interested family members and head to South Bank. No contest. There ain't no magic in housework - so South Bank it is. There we found James James the magician working the crowds (he also offered to turn my dog into a balloon as you do). Yeah home is where the heart is but sometimes the heart is allowed to wander just down the road, right?

Thursday, March 26, 2015

March 26. Day 85. Going up

 Politicians tell us that cranes on the horizons are a sign of an economy's health. They also look rather dramatic against a colourful sunset. An ability to scale a sheer rock cliff face as if it is a set of stairs is a pretty good sign of a person's health. I might say that's not hard on the eyes either. These are just two of the things I noted when I went for a walk with Rumple this afternoon. You will note, I said I walked with Rumple rather than took Rumple for a walk. This is a fine distinction on paper but the actuality is quite different. My dog has yet to learn that when we go for a walk he's also supposed to put one foot in front of the other. He prefers the scenic route perched parrot-like on my shoulder watching the world go by. Nice work if you can get it. I think it's a sign of the health of our relationship that I let him get away with it.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

March 25. Day 84. Good morning but ....

Oh what a wonderful morning ..... yeah the day started with great promise. Stunning light, all soft and reflective and full of possibilities. And then the storm clouds brewed. Now, if you live in Brisbane you may be thinking "storm clouds? What storm clouds?" Fair point because these clouds you would see only within my head. For a day that started off so well it sure managed to go to hell in a basket. All thunderbolts and lightning, howling and raging and destructive wind gusts. Year 12 is known to be difficult and the brewing storm finally unleashed its fury . In such moments taking shelted is the best course of action but one I rarely take. I should have waited for it to blow over but I manged to walk into the eye of the  and got sucked in to its tempest. To be clear this is all metaphorical but I find storms of a mental kind harder to deal with than something tangible and physical. But it burned out, hopefully not just regrouping to cross the coast again later.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

March 24. Day 83. Bottoms up

 The battle to secure the prize for my favourite four letter F word would be a hard fought one. There would, however, be only two contenders - food and free. Free food would certainly win but as the rules of this completely arbitrary competition which I just invented allow only one stand alone word I reckon food has the edge. My love of that F word also explains my battle with two others that start with the same letter - Fat and Fit. One I have a lot of and the other less every day. I need to do more about the whole fitness thing and thus one would think the prospect of free fitness classes at South Bank would appeal. They do not. At all. I have no desire at all to lie on my back with my legs in the air in public thank you very much. Probably more than anyone else alive I am well aware that people with cameras walk around the parklands all the time.  The best things in life may be free but honestly I think most of them are also private.

Monday, March 23, 2015

March 23. Day 82. Rats!

Rats! I'd hate them even if they weren't responsible for carrying the fleas that spread plague. Actually, rats are just fine if they stay away from me. But this one rat decided to push its luck scampering through the house with gay abandon. Well unless you pay rent Ratus Ratus, that's not going to happen. Besides you were turning Rumple into a total ratbag. He managed to get the rodent cornered behind a bookshelf that once lived in my grandfather's newsagency and he ran from one end to the other to try and evict the rodent. No luck (and no sleep due to the incessant barking and scratching). So it was time to call in the big guns. Enter Shaun Nevitt of Peter the Possum and Bird Man. This straight talking bloke was on to the problem like a rat up a drainpipe. One rat eliminated. Four traps set and 20 minutes later he was gone. Best $198 I ever spent

Sunday, March 22, 2015

March 22. Day 81. Going under

 Where in God's name is your Ark when you need it? Seriously I've been flooded more times than I care to recount in the past two days. This included INSIDE the Schonell Theatre during a performance. As if that wasn't weird enough, I also got a little extra liquid down my leg when my devoted fur friend decided to use my limb as a tree during a walk. I know right. With friends like that, who needs enemies? Anyway, with Drama Teen performing all weekend at the Schonell, I spent a great deal of time going back and forth to the venue to drop off, pick up or see the show. The Eleanor Schonell pedestrian bridge became my friend except that every time, without fail, I got drenched. I guess there's nothing like a physical drenching to take your mind off the symbolic going under in a work sense. Or maybe it just reinforces it. Still I did get to spend a bit of time by the lakes on each journey checking out the turtles. I love a turtle. They are nature's reminder that you can survive to be a very old age despite being slow and uncoordinated - and wet as it happens.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

March 21. Day 80. The show must go on

It would have been just awesome had it been a production of Singin' in the Rain - but it wasn't at least not according to the program. What I was seeing was Fame Theatre Company's annual open clubs performance an event I have now attended in my role of Dance Mum for 13 straight years. A  veteran audience member I may be but this was a first. A combination of a wicked Queensland storm and a leaking roof meant it was raining on stage. But like the stoic little performers they all are they carried on regardless with just a few brief wipe-the-stage breaks. As every true performer knows The Show Must Go On. I admit I may have smiled when the littlest group were singing "catch a falling star and put it in your pocket. Save it for a rainy day"  while the roof leaked on them. That's the great thing about live performance - you never know what you're going to get on the night.