Saturday, January 12, 2019

January 12. Day 12. The cat's whiskers

Today is the day before my 21st birthday. On this day 21 years ago, I went into labour. This means that tomorrow I need to be the cats whiskers. Also I need to give a speech. These things both stress me so I might as well knock them off together. So on the way to the hairdresser I stopped off at both the markets and an art shop. I wanted quality pen and paper. I wanted to write on quality paper with a quality pen, actually write. For a reason I don't quite understand there was a cat in the art store. I'm not sure that cats paint or draw or have any need for any other products in the art store. However, there was one and it looked right at home. And I took a photo and then I went to the hairdresser and scribbled things. By tomorrow those things may look like a speech.

Friday, January 11, 2019

January 11. Day 11. The Life of Brian

The Life of Brian was on TV tonight. If I bothered to look it is probably true a Monty Python classic is on TV most weekends but this seemed strangely poetic and appropriate. This morning at Birkdale I attended the funeral of a bloke called Brian. He was the father of a dear friend, a husband and grandfather. He was a Brisbane community theatre stalwart, an actor, director, educator and mentor. It was a very beautiful service and afterwards I felt the need for quiet reflection. As is my way I went to Wellington Point to see the water and watch the birds. I watched the welcome swallows as the swooped and soared. They were so pretty and graceful. It seemed fitting and right.

Thursday, January 10, 2019

January 10. Day 10. City slicker

 My "baby" turns 21 on Sunday. This officially means I am old - really, really old. I have mostly outsourced the celebrations but there are still things that need to be done in preparation for the big event.
Today this included getting my legs waxed (because EVERYONE at the party will surely be checking out the hairiness of my pins) and collecting clothing in the city.
I'm sure there were other things I could have or should have done. I'm pretty sure that's about all I achieved - other than narrowly avoiding getting the car towed because everything always takes longer than it you think it will and most city streets become clearway at 4pm.
But in between chores and dodging parking inspectors, I did find myself down near the Botanic Gardens. It's the end of the city which is a strange mix of the high-rise glass and metal and the historic. It also has a rather nice view of the bridge. I wold have lingered and enjoyed it but time waits for no man - or woman especially not one with a party to organise.

Wednesday, January 9, 2019

January 9. Day 9. Plus one

Today was like deja vu all over again (yes, I do know that's a tautology ....).
Anyway today was like a re-run except last time there was only one.
Small people like the university lakes - there are eels and turtles and ducks and lizards and feathers and rocks.
Last time my friend Alison and I met at the lakes she had one son. Now she has two. I may have only been the owner of one dog. In any event two boys, two dogs and two school friends today gathered at the lakes for a later afternoon visit to the wildlife. It was, like it always is, a great time.
All the wildlife came out to play and the boys and the dogs appreciated it and the mums appreciated their joy.

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

January 8. Day 8. A paw-fect birthday

 Many people would think I'd have got bored with dog birthday parties by now.
Those same people may not actually understand why a dog would want or need a birthday party.
Well, none of that matters.
Rumple loves attention and I love Rumple. He may not know it's his birthday but I do and I like to mark the birthdays of those I love. It doesn't actually matter how many paws or feet they have.
So a party it will be.
We will enlist two every excited small boys. Winkle will look unimpressed because for 20 seconds she isn't the centre of attention.
And there will be a new outfit.
And there will be pup cakes.  Rumple will love the attention and particularly love the peanut paste icing.
We will wear party hats and play with balloons.
And we will do it again next year and every year Rumple is with us. I hope there are many, many of them.

Monday, January 7, 2019

January 7. Day 7. Read all about it

There  are a few things about which my "neighbour" Margaret is uncompromising about.
One is her birds. 
She's like Mary Poppins when it comes to feeding the birds.
 She loves it. 
It's an occupation. But she also loves reading the newspaper and she's especially keen on the Sunday paper. 
Unfortunately because of weekend staff at the aged care facility the Sunday paper is often late in making it to her room.
It drives her crazy. Today it didn't turn up at all. 
This is a problem because not only does that mean no news but it means no TV guide.
Margaret sees the TV guide as like a bible. 
She highlights the good bits and refers to it often.
So I received a call. 
The birds were there. 
The paper wasn't. 
A quick drive solved that and she was most grateful and the birds posed so we all got something.

Sunday, January 6, 2019

January 6. Day 6. Oh what a night

 New year. Same old us, spending the night at the theatre.
It's a bloody awesome way to spend time and the music of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons is just magic.
As jukebox musicals go, Jersey Boys is right up there. It had strong source material and a red hot song list so it hit the ground running.
I admit that I didn't love it as much as I did the first time I saw it but let's be honest it's hard to recreate the magic of your first time, right?
But a night at the theatre is still a whole lot better than a night washing up or watching that Netflix thing about cleaning your house everyone seems to be talking about at the moment. I seek entertainment to escape cleaning my house.
I certainly do not see house cleaning as entertainment - ever. There are some people who find musicals as a confusing art form and some of those people will right now be watching a small Japanese woman asking strangers to decide if their old clothes spark love or something. Please music is the food of love. Remember that