About Me
I live in Western Australia, near the water, in the city. I like to wander about. I love my family and friends. I read when I can, write when I can, take photos and hope for the best.
"When, however, I look over the hints and memorandums I have taken down ... my heart almost fails me at finding how my idle humor has led me aside ..."
Washington Irving
'The Author's Account of Himself'
The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon
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In the Age of the Automobile - and nothing has shaped our culture like the motor car - there have been many great drivers but only one great passenger.
Tom Robbins
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Sunday, August 12, 2007
TOIL, Surprise Visits and Full-Length Mirrors
Gill and I both took time off in lieu on Friday afternoon. I'm to be a bridesmaid (and Gill a bride - wow!) and we thought we might spend some time thinking about whatever it is people think about before weddings. If another person tells me I need to tell her to book ahead, I may start to feel some heavy responsibility. As it is, we went to Epic for coffee and then Tiger, Tiger for lunch and I still feel like I'm just the person for the job.
On Saturday I went to the Old Bakery on Eighth Ave before swish - it's starting to be a regular place to visit because of the yummy sandwiches and because the coffees come with a little wee tiny tasty biscuit. At swish I wore my new cycling gloves (back to front on P's advice) and a support bandage supplied by L and I have no bruises to show for it. Felt like Spiderman in the gloves. Discovered that the venue has a wheelchair accessible toilet with a full-length mirror in it - I think the church's op shop customers use it as a fitting room.
Erin and Rod (and Skye) called on Saturday night to say they were at the Hungry Jacks drive-through down the road and could they pick me anything up? They stayed at the OBH and we ate brekky at La Barchetta before driving to Freo and checking out the markets. A good surprise visit!
So not a bad weekend, especially after I worked out that I needed to blog.
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On Saturday I went to the Old Bakery on Eighth Ave before swish - it's starting to be a regular place to visit because of the yummy sandwiches and because the coffees come with a little wee tiny tasty biscuit. At swish I wore my new cycling gloves (back to front on P's advice) and a support bandage supplied by L and I have no bruises to show for it. Felt like Spiderman in the gloves. Discovered that the venue has a wheelchair accessible toilet with a full-length mirror in it - I think the church's op shop customers use it as a fitting room.
Erin and Rod (and Skye) called on Saturday night to say they were at the Hungry Jacks drive-through down the road and could they pick me anything up? They stayed at the OBH and we ate brekky at La Barchetta before driving to Freo and checking out the markets. A good surprise visit!
So not a bad weekend, especially after I worked out that I needed to blog.
Labels: cafes, Cottesloe, Dee, family, Freo, friends, Maylands, swish
Sunday, August 05, 2007
The Girl Who Got What She Wanted
I did whatever I felt like doing on Saturday.
First I walked to Daisy's for a takeaway coffee and then to the beach.
In Cottesloe, I bought a jacket from the Empire Rose outlet, ate lunch and picked up some cycling gloves to wear at swish. Without looking, I spotted two gifts.
After walking home with all these plus the paper, a lotto ticket and some groceries, I set off for a local nursery.
Ahh, boronia. Every year I breathe in the first scent of it and feel like there's more to life than the everyday. I felt like a child as I carried it past the other plants - doing what pleases me, in a little way.
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First I walked to Daisy's for a takeaway coffee and then to the beach.
In Cottesloe, I bought a jacket from the Empire Rose outlet, ate lunch and picked up some cycling gloves to wear at swish. Without looking, I spotted two gifts.
After walking home with all these plus the paper, a lotto ticket and some groceries, I set off for a local nursery.
Ahh, boronia. Every year I breathe in the first scent of it and feel like there's more to life than the everyday. I felt like a child as I carried it past the other plants - doing what pleases me, in a little way.
Labels: boronia, Cottesloe, Dee, garden, plants, shopping, swish
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Looking After Myself
Two quiet weekends and a trip down south. Beautiful day Tuesday in Busselton and a lovely light came in through the stained glass windows at St Joseph's Church, where we celebrated my Nanna's life. My grandparents married there, and so did my my parents. Rose petals at the graveside made me smile in the sun.
Back to work on Wednesday after a bus trip home. I think I need to write myself untired. I cancelled everything this weekend except swish, where I don't need to talk. T works out a month's worth of tension at swish and I have the bruises to prove it. I'm not tough, I just don't want to lose my nerve before I buy some protective clothing. A priority yesterday, the protective clothing. Today I bought fishnet stay ups at Myer with J. So bring it on and I'll look after myself.
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Back to work on Wednesday after a bus trip home. I think I need to write myself untired. I cancelled everything this weekend except swish, where I don't need to talk. T works out a month's worth of tension at swish and I have the bruises to prove it. I'm not tough, I just don't want to lose my nerve before I buy some protective clothing. A priority yesterday, the protective clothing. Today I bought fishnet stay ups at Myer with J. So bring it on and I'll look after myself.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Blind Eye
We meet for Swish in a church hall in Maylands. On Saturday a woman came to the door and was offered a glass of water. When she didn't leave as asked, she was told again to go and one of the group went to call the police. I didn't see her and could only hear the requests for her to leave as I made a cup of tea in the kitchen. I felt bad that on such a hot day she had to leave. I know that the security of the hall is our responsibility while we are there, and that we need to protect ourselves and our own property. We have to make decisions.
On Tuesday I arrived at cricket practice late and nipped up to the changerooms to find them locked. I went to the drink fountain to wash nectarine juice from my hands, and remembered the second entrance to the rooms. It comes off a recess behind the canteen, which might have done as an alternative place to change. As I stepped up to the dim gap, I noticed some bags, or rubbish, on the concrete floor - not bags, but a man. Maybe. A decent-sized man. Was he asleep, or drugged or sick? Was he dead? Or alright?
I had smiled at the half-imagined human, and looked away so as not to intrude. I didn't feel comfortable checking out the situation further - not just because I didn't want to intrude but because I couldn't get close enough to see without getting close enough to be grabbed.
Instead, I walked around to the public toilets at the back of the change rooms. I didn't want to enter, or touch anything, even though they are light. Partly visible from the street, I stood behind the brick wall at the entrance and changed from work clothes into shorts and a t-shirt, taking off my boots, sighing and swearing gently under my breath, looking for sharps amongst the few dry twigs, and slipping into my sneakers.
Then I left for the oval to play cricket.
I'm surprised at how I didn't fret about the man at the changeroom door. None of my business. I looked after me first. I didn't freak out and I didn't look back. And maybe he was rubbish after all.
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On Tuesday I arrived at cricket practice late and nipped up to the changerooms to find them locked. I went to the drink fountain to wash nectarine juice from my hands, and remembered the second entrance to the rooms. It comes off a recess behind the canteen, which might have done as an alternative place to change. As I stepped up to the dim gap, I noticed some bags, or rubbish, on the concrete floor - not bags, but a man. Maybe. A decent-sized man. Was he asleep, or drugged or sick? Was he dead? Or alright?
I had smiled at the half-imagined human, and looked away so as not to intrude. I didn't feel comfortable checking out the situation further - not just because I didn't want to intrude but because I couldn't get close enough to see without getting close enough to be grabbed.
Instead, I walked around to the public toilets at the back of the change rooms. I didn't want to enter, or touch anything, even though they are light. Partly visible from the street, I stood behind the brick wall at the entrance and changed from work clothes into shorts and a t-shirt, taking off my boots, sighing and swearing gently under my breath, looking for sharps amongst the few dry twigs, and slipping into my sneakers.
Then I left for the oval to play cricket.
I'm surprised at how I didn't fret about the man at the changeroom door. None of my business. I looked after me first. I didn't freak out and I didn't look back. And maybe he was rubbish after all.
Labels: blind cricket, Maylands, people, swish
