Wednesday, March 4, 2015

March 4. Day 63. A new day dawns

My body clock is seriously disturbed and it is messing with my head. It's like I have jetlag but without the benefit of travel. Or I sleep like a shift worker despite the fact I have a day job. Thus it was that I went to sleep about 1am and was walking around South Bank before 6. Despite the fatigue it really is a special time of day to be out and about. The light is especially nice with shadows darker than the rings under my eyes. And as an added bonus getting things done early means in the heat of the day I can nap. Like a shift worker. I just wish my ability to sleep like a baby would continue under the cover of darkness

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

March 3. Day 62. As the crow flies

Crows. They have something to crow about and it is nothing to do with the completely annoying sound they make. I love crows because of their unparallelled desire to get food and their refusal to let anything come between them and their next feed. Look at this bloke. Busy West End street. Road kill that just reinforces how dangerous the road is and a crow who couldn't care less. I see food. I eat food. That's a crow's life for you. It's pretty much my motto too. Never eat more than you can carry. A completely annoying noise frequently comes out of my mouth too - especially if I haven't eater. Ask my family.

Monday, March 2, 2015

March 2. Day 61. Bird brain

I blame the fatigue. The more tired I am the more likely I am likely to run around like a chook with its head cut off. Today was not my finest hour but like the little trooper I am, I tried to soldier on. Bad move. It has been said that Rumple likes to be carried, parrot-like, on my shoulder for at least part of our walk. But at the end of the day walking the dog actually involves the dog walking at some point. This means a lead is pretty much a necessity. Today I drove down to South Bank with the intention to launch our walk and photography session from there. Problem 1. No lead. A convenience store sold me rope which nearly cut off circulation in my hand but worked. Problem 2. A camera with a battery almost devoid of charge. This was my fall back shot. I tend to take a photo or two when I set out so if I see nothing else at least I go home with something. As it turns out this is also wise if you camera is about to die and the spare battery you always carry is in the other bag. Yep, not my finest hour in face I was more than a bit bird brained

Sunday, March 1, 2015

March 1. Day 60. Not this little black duck

There are some stoic individuals who refuse to take pain killers. Not this little black duck.
Frankly I don't understand statements such as "Yeah, I've got this really bad headache but I don't like taking drugs ...." Well here's the thing. What I don't like is feeling as though internal combustion is happening in my skull accompanied by a chorus of a jackhammer choir. I don't actually "like" taking painkillers either not in the sense that I like going to the theatre or eating tiramisu. There is no joy in popping non-recreational drugs. The joy is in making the pain go away. I felt the freight train of a headache steaming towards me this afternoon and I made a beeline for the medicine chest. Before the glorious combination of Ibuprofen and Codeine phosphate could work their voodoo magic I was lying in a darkened room with a pillow over my head. But then the relief started to kick in leaving a sort of pain shadow. That's a feeling I like much better than the alternative. So with drugs on board I was off to walk the dog at South Bank and explore the duck pond. That's something I also like.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

February 28. Day 59. Neon "Pop"

When it comes down to it, a balloon is really just a lot of hot hair. A balloon is, however, a little ball of possibility, colour and fun. No-one is ever too big to love a balloon and as it happens no-one is too big or to small to dress up. This is what made the Neon Pop festival at The Cultural Forecourt at South Bank today such an awesome idea. The festival was part of the BrisAsia festival celebrating the close links and influence on Brisbane of our Asian neighbours. It was also part of the Brisbane Welcome Festival designed to throw out the red carpet for all the international students descending on the city for the start of the university year. But it was also about dressing up, watching live entertainment, eating good food and joining in a giant balloon pop where everyone was invited to pop a balloon in the method of his or her choosing. It's hard to think of a better way for a city to come together to show the world what a bright, fun vibrant city Brisbane is for residents and visitors of all ages.

Friday, February 27, 2015

Friday 27. Day 58. The dinosaurs are coming

I often (half) joke that the dark recesses of the back of my fridge should only be approached by people with official Hazmat training. There's prehistoric things in there which would keep paleontologists busy for decades. I don't think I am a lone ranger when it comes to covering things in cling film or putting them in a plastic container and then shoveling them in the back of the fridge and forgetting them for a period of time which can generally only be determined by carbon dating. Plastic film has a known protective quality. That being said, I never expected to see it being wrapped around the middle of a 10 metre dinosaur about to be lifted by crane into place outside the Queensland Museum. But that's what happened this morning. The first of the dinosaurs arrived for what is guaranteed to be a mammoth (pun intended) exhibition at the museum. A little birdie whispered that there might be something big hahappening at the museum so the destination of the morning walk was locked in. After all, who doesn't love a dinosaur? They have just the right mix of terrifying and fascinating to be compelling to people off all ages and modern animatronics allow them to be brought to life in a way no app or iPad can. This, kids,  is where reality is soooo much better than virtual reality. And if this Brachiosaurus is anything to go by I can't wait until the other inhabitants of Jurassic Park start migrating to the museum. Just one dinosaur had heads turning this morning. Just imagine what an impact a whole herd will have.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

February 26. Day 27. In the privacy of your own home

One of the things I like best about my home is the view. From the living area is a rather awesome outlook over the west taking in the University of Queensland out to the mountains. Today the view was "enhanced". Three young men were climbing all over the neighbour's roof. Because of the incline of our street Margaret's roof is pretty much at the same level as my kitchen. The proximity of the houses to each other in Highgate Hill meant that they were practically at the kitchen table. I rather thought I might be sleep walking when I staggered upstairs for breakfast to see men at the second floor window. Actually I am not sure who was more surprised. Me at seeing them or them at seeing just-out-of-bed Susan. All I can say is at least I had on my good PJs. I'm pretty sure the men were pleased that at least I was wearing something. I wouldn't want an industrial accident on my hands.