Saturday, April 18, 2015

April 18. Day 108. The Scavenger Hunt

Walking around the city with a camera. Taking photos of random things. Who do I know who would do such a thing?
If ever there was a weekend activity with my name on it the Scavenger Snaps as part of the UR{BNE} festival would be it.
Around the city families, groups and individuals walked with cameras and camera phones armed with a list of 30 words they would interpret as they saw fit.
What a great way to spend an afternoon in the autumn sun exploring the city.
Here are the 30 words with my interpretation
1. Windmill

Friday, April 17, 2015

April 17. Day 107. Animal attraction

What can I say? It's animal attraction. Animals can just smell it or sense it. Frankly I think dogs are much better at reading human emotions and knowing how to respond than humans. They just know. So we were at the dog park today and Drama Teen was sitting on a park bench by himself listening to a podcast. This dog we'd never met decided he must need a friend and went up to keep him company. He received a friendly rub on the head for his trouble. They are seriously empathetic creatures. In my place it happens a lot. If I'm having a seriously bad day, the humans in my family know they won't be able to find the words to help so they recruit the expert in human communication - the dog. They know that by sitting and cuddling, the dog can say the right thing. Such is animal attraction.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

April 16. Day 106. True believers

Those who do not believe in magic will never find it.
Those are the words Laura Luck was writing on the steps leading to the Albert Street Park this afternoon.  She was just starting on the word believe when we walked by so my first impression was that this was perhaps a religious statement. I had, after all, just left the Mall where there was a group of Mormon missionaries working and a woman wearing a Jesus T Shirt seeming selling God from a suitcase. But something told me the woman writing on the steps had a different mission so I stopped to talk. Laura was working hard setting up for an artistic guided walk through the park tomorrow. She will take anyone who turns up on a tour that will be magical and may include fairies. Now that had my interest. A quick Google search found that Laura loves a bit of magic.
She once through open the doors of her seafront apartment as part of an open house trail to host a public mad hatter's tea party. She says she has a rotational crew of tea ladies/ artists talking teapots, delicious delicacies and delirious performances were all part of the fare.
Then another time she created a human size hive for creative play and recuperation and her resume includes an installation piece composed of an egg that continually hatched smaller eggs until it ended in a tiny silver crocodile.
As I tell my students, everyone has a story. You just have to take the time to find out what it is.
*If you are interested,  Laura's tour for true believers sets off at noon. 

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

April 15. Day 105. Working out

I work hard for the money, so hard for it for it honey. I work hard for the money so you'd better treat me right.

 Firstly my apologies to Donna Summer and secondly I fully accept that while my job is full of challenges it is not what you would consider hard work, at least not in a physical sense. Trying to motivate students in a 9am lecture has a very high degree of difficulty.
Marking. Extremely challenging.
Staff meetings. Let's not go there. But I don't have to dig trenches. I am not on my feet all day or cleaning bed pans.  Nor do I have to wear protective clothing or a safety harness, be in the hot sun all day or be tethered on to make sure I don't fall from a great height. All things considered I have it easy. Still I reckon the blokes working on the Wheel of Brisbane this morning had about the best view around. I wonder if they'd swap me for a bundle of marking or perhaps we could have staff meetings on the wheel in future. These things also have a habit of endlessly going round and round.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

April 14. Day 104. The Faces of Fed

He's a nosey fellow that Fed. In fact, living even for a short time with a beagle leaves you in no doubt why they're the breed likely to sniff your luggage at the airport. Nothing gets by him which leaves no foodstuff anywhere near the edge of a bench safe in his presence. It was in one such moment that I heard my husband threaten "down Fed, or you won't be invited back". We all laughed because
a) it was a threat the dog could not possibly understand
b) it was a threat that would never be followed up on
c) he wasn't actually invited this time. In fact, he was specifically uninvited.
I turned down a request to doggy sit Fed while his family was in Hong Kong because we were going away to a house I'd not stayed in before. I didn't want to risk a huge bond on two crazy canines. In fact when booking I was a bit hazy on the number of humans but was most clear on dog numbers - just one. I mean, it wasn't as though Rumple was going to invite a mate from the dog park. But when push came to shove and other plans for Fed Care fell through I went to water. I mean, who could resist a face like that? So to mark Fed's stay, I've been collating a photographic record I like to call The Faces of Fed. Rumple is the most adorable dog in the world but Fed is the face puller extraordinaire and the Rumple wrestle brings out the best of them. For balance, I have included a crazy Rumple face from today and a cute couple shot of the pair of them.

Monday, April 13, 2015

April 13. Day 103. Dawning on me

 I made a life and death decision this morning. Actually it was more a death decision than a life one and it has nothing to do with joining the beach boot camp which would have been a death wish.
I decided that I would like to have my ashes scattered off the rocks at Sunshine Beach. To be clear, I am not planning on this being an issue any time soon, nor is the thought at depressing as it sounds. A beautiful sunrise over the sea walking silently with just dogs for company can lead a girl to think. And the thinking is that the beach is where I am most at peace with the world so it makes sense. I really should not claim the idea as my own. On Easter Sunday, while the duck was roasting, we walked along the beach and I camped on the rocks of the headland to watch the dogs play. Behind them I saw a family high on an outcrop. The adults embraced and began the climb down together. They walked right in front of me and clearly they had been crying but as they walked arm in arm up the beach it stuck me how beautiful it looked. I only assume that there was an ashes scattering or memorial of some type up on the rocks. But whatever it was it did make me pause for reflection. Simple, beautiful and totally appropriate - just no time soon thank you very much. That's my death wish

Sunday, April 12, 2015

April 12. Day 102. Time flies

Time is meant to be a constant. Sixty seconds in a minute. Sixty minutes in a hour. Twenty-four hours a day. Seven days a week. Each second is exactly the same in length as the last one and the next. That's what the head says. That's not how the heart feels it. A week at the beach with the family is not the same length as a week buried under a bundle of marking or spent spring cleaning - not even close. This last week was a perfect relaxed family get away. Walks on the sand, collecting shells, climbing the rocks with the dogs, three generations of my family floating in the sea, board games, fish and chips and all the best things in life. But I'd be lying if I said it all smelt like roses. In fact the dogs returned from their dune romp this afternoon smelling like sh*t - literally. IT was so overpowering it was hard to tell which one had rolled in what. I decided it was the dirty looking matted one who was the culprit so subjected him to a mega bath. He scrubbed up beautifully but the stench remained. It was the other one. Back to the bathing. I can assure you bath time did not fly. But you can't let the small matter of a pooch covered in poo come in the way of an otherwise delightful family holiday now can you?