Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Our day yesterday, long awaited was to make it to The Pompeii exhibition at long last.
In case you were not able to tell, we were unable to take photos inside the exhibition which was a shame, but then you have to respect the demands of people who were alive some 60 years after Christ.
We saw some magnificently (thanks to nature) preserved artifacts from the time...coins, wheels, toilet systems, wall friezes with paint still intact, kitchens, pots, work tools...they were an incredible array from a lifetime ago that had been preserved during the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius.
There were even body casts of victims I remember seeing probably in a book when a child, of mortals and animals who died because of poisonous gases and heat extremes emitted during that day.
We were even treated to a 3D movie of Pompeii which demonstrated through time lapse what would have happened to the village in that last 24 hour period.
So they might say "there went the Fall of Rome"...we saw the Fall of Pompeii.
After a bite to eat we then continued onto the main museum exhibition but unfortunately, because of time constraints we only got to see a small portion of what was on offer.
Our focus was on Melbourne from yesterday, plus the indigenous people of our land, their impact here and what white man has done to them in days gone by. It makes me ashamed of being a white person when you read of how innocent children were stolen from their innocent mothers by white people who presumed they knew better.
We eventually left Melbourne Museum around 4:30 pm. happy and content that we had finally completed one of our "to do's" for the year.
Thank you Lizzie for a wonderful day. Despite the rain and noisy children we had a great day. The best part was the promise of catching up again soon.....
These nest three photos are taken from a compilation of pictures taken back in the 1930's of indigenous people from up north. Beautiful aren't they!
I spied a green tree frog amongst the moss...
A natural wonder of the world...green rainforest. Becoming a rarity these days.
A childs quilt based on their love for Australia
Windmills of your mind.
A horse is a horse of course, of course...No not Mr. ed but Pharlap!
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Just a few days ago I had the opportunity to take my Mum out to lunch. We ended up at Werribee Mansion where they have a gorgeous gift shop with an eclectic array of goodies to purchase.
There is also a cafe there as well where we dined, but this little gem I came across to give to my niece's daughter for her christening which is to occur this coming Sunday.
Its actually a fabric container which contains 16 finger puppets. As both Kate's parents are teachers, I am sure they'll put all those finger puppets to good use over time.
You can actually see all the detail they put into the puppets. I can't wait for next Sunday when I can give this gift to Kate.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Back to work again tomorrow, but only tomorrow and Saturday do I have to work. Sunday and Monday are my next days off and whilst I won't be doing much on Sunday, Lizzie and I have our tickets booked for an entertaining day at the Pompeii exhibition, one which we have had planned for many weeks now.
You may recall we had great intentions to visit this when it first opened, but the crowds put us off and so, we watched Sampson and Delilah instead.
This time we have our feet well and truly in the door and will get in there by hook or crook, or maybe by volcano!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Nine of us in the room with the 'educator', 'guide', 'mentor', whatever the term is for the young woman who put us through our paces.
Her initial talk was about dreams and what perhaps they meant to us.
She also spoke about how the metaphysical and physical world is changing right now and as a result of that our physical beings are experiencing changes both within and without. All these changes are due to planet alignment or some such thing which kind of went over the top of my head but all the same it was interesting. (You can always learn something new I believe!
We then launched into our first visualisation. The others of the group who were not virgins like myself to the experience began a chant. Twas not an ommmmmmmmm, rather a moooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaa which was interesting. I emitted a few smiles as it actually sounded quite cathartic. I was envious of not being able to emit the sounds (I was frightened I would moooooaaa off key and make everyone laugh), BUT, I did by myself today and boy did it feel good! I might add I was in the car driving to a purposeful destination at the time and others in cars would have thought I was having a stroke if they had bothered to look at me.
We then selected cards (I am still not sure of their value) that had symbols on them. We then had the task of launching into another visualisation, this time with two angels (female and male) and had to focus on the symbol. Strangely, this made me conjure up those two with wings taking me to my son which actually made me cry.
I'm not sure if that was supposed to happen, but I believe despite my bravado I am still extremely sensitive about all things Chris, despite his death occurring some six years ago, and so it was no wonder that all thoughts led to him when I was allowed the time to become introspective.
All in all, it was a good experience. I have always wanted to try meditating and plan to return when work and social events permit. The group are unobtrusive and respectful of personal space. I might add that I am the oldest in the group, going by appearances but I don't care.
I look at this as a way to help with long overdue healing, so every little bit helps!
Today, I was supposed to have lunch with a friend but I received a phone call that was to change the course of the whole day.
"Mum, I have nits" caused a whole different circumstance to happen and so, instead of housework and un-needed extra calories, I first trip-trop-trapped to the local chemist for an army of chemicals to cause the death of a few tiny insects residing in my daughters hair.
My daughter is a 24 year old child care worker, and each day this week she has told me of the children and workers at her place of employment being sent home with various stages of head lice.
Today was her turn to be told she had eggs in her head and so I received the "Can you help me please Mum?" and, to be sure, to be sure, I didn't mind in the least and so over to Edithvale I travelled armed with my weapons of egg destruction.
It actually turned out to be a great bonding day for the two of us, for, not only did I treat Mez for head lice, I also helped her strip her bed, wash her linen and clothes, then we went shopping and had some lunch. This is something we do not do very often. I am constantly amazed how my girl has changed into such a warm loving girl again. She like so many of her ilk became the teenager from hell for sometime and, up until she was 22 or so, I thought she was never going to snap out of it.
She is now the opposite of what she once was and I love her so much. At the end of the day, she even didn't want her Mummia to go home which I thought was lovely, but alas, good things have to come to an end and so I returned home to strip my own bed and do the ironing.
Some things just never change do they!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Its freezing outside, the wind has settled for a bit fortunately, but its wet and miserable.
Winter weather to be proud of!
I haven't blogged for a few weeks as I was disheartened when my previous blog kind of blew a front tyre and refused to publish the photos I had selected.
I won't post them this evening, but plan to have another go tomorrow.
I only received a couple of days ago my very first fat pack to make a beautiful quilt. Unfortunately it didn't come with instructions, and, as I am not quilt literate yet, I will need all the help I can get. Hopefully I might get a little assistance from my dear friend from up the Mulga..., dear Lizzie (if I am a good girl and buy her lots of chocolate!)
Well, must away as the chanting need is growing upon me. More tomorrow regarding my transcendental experience.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Twas my introduction to the real world of avid quilters...
Mind, having been around Lizzie for so long I have had some understanding of the painstaking diligence and dedication to such a craft not to mention the beauty, but never before yesterday have I seen such incredible artistry and imagination.
Some of the creations I saw were, to my mind phenomenal. I understand that what was there is only the tip of the iceberg and there are many women who devote almost their whole lives to such a craft. I find it amazing that there are so many themes worked upon. There are names commonly known to many 'quilters' who design and create from their minds....all this many of you already know, so, if I sound a little gushy, I can only apologise.
Below are a few of the favourites I selected to photograph (with permission of course).
I hope you can appreciate them.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
So many things just get in the way,
What with sick mothers and jobs to be done,
And daughters with problems that won't be outshone.
Life is sure busy with no time to stop,
Just running and running, I feel on the hop.
There's beds to be made, and floors to be washed,
And clothes to be ironed and teeth to be flossed.
Bills to be paid and food to be bought,
No wonder this woman is feeling quite fraught.
They say that anxiety's on the increase,
And quite understand why I feel caprice.
We won't even mention the job I perform,
Where stress and high pressure seem to be the norm.
There's always demands from the others at work,
This working in charge is not a great lurk.
So there you have it, that's my excuse,
I long for the day when I can refuse.
To do all these things, have time for me,
And write, read and dally and pretend like I'm free!
Friday, July 10, 2009
It is raining here tonight which is a pleasurable change.
I am currently home alone, whilst husband is at the MCG watching an over-sized pigs bladder being kicked around. I believe I am the sensible one as it's far too cold to be in the great outdoors this evening. Whats the bet he'll arrive home complaining of the cold and taking ages to warm up.
Last weekend, that of my birthday, saw he and I up at our respite centre, also known as Porepunkah, where we have a little cabin in a holiday park that overlooks the gracious Mt. Buffalo.
As you can see, the vista is glorious from our back door and I love the time we spend up there just rambling throughout the different towns in the Alpine Region.
Porepunkah is at the foot of the High Country, so called because it is a mountainous region in northern Victoria and is the playland for ski enthusiasts come winter time.
On the odd occasion, it does snow where our cabin is, but I do believe the last snow of any merit fall occurred in the park some eight years ago.
Here is a view of Mt. Buffalo with snow on them thar hills, the likes of which is quite beautiful from my perspective. I love the fact that every time I visit there, the images are always different.
My photograph collection of the area is full of contrasting images of this particular mountain.
I can well appreciate when my parents once upon a time lived south of Melbourne, Mum would always talk of 'her' mountain she would look out onto every morning from her front verandah.
Whilst up there this time, every morning was frosty white when we first got up, but as soon as the sun's rays hit an area the ice would turn to moisture and quickly be absorbed.
We have a resident nocturnal possum there who was pretty impressed with the bird seed my other half left out for the local parrots and every night he partook from the tree stump with a lot of noise just to let us know he was there.
One of the best things about going up to Porepunkah, apart from having time away from day to day living is exploring local shops that display their handicrafts. Being a bit of a tourist mecca, the area is bursting with local cottage industries, be it jams, nuts, vegetables and handcrafts.
Its so pleasurable talking with the locals who are usually always grateful if you show any interest in their produce be it animal, vegetable or mineral as.
To be on the lookout for a 'find' is always exciting too and especially in Porepunkah, Bright and Myrtleford, we have shown much favour as they always seem to have EXACTLY what it is we're after.While there for these four days, we explored the areas of Beechworth and Yackandandah...... such pretty names for such picturesque towns don't you think?
These first three scenes are of Beechworth which was once upon a time a thriving gold rush town.
Photo no. 1 is of the main street.
No. 2 if you look closely enough is a cat in the window upstairs from a shop.
This somewhat gothic picture (would love to be there on a dark night) is out the back of a rather pricey upmarket antique dealer also in the main street.
Last but not least of these four photographs is of the main street in Yackandandah.
One nut/potato farm we called into had minimal supplies available in their store. As we walked out to our trusty steed (car) the owner strolled by and stopped for a chat. He appeared very despondent and told us a tale of how bad business is right now. Tourism was down according to him and his takings for the week were minimal. As a consequence he wasn't sure of his viability despite having been in the business all his working life.
The day was a grey cloudy day by then and the photo I took outside his farm to me depicted his sombre mood quite significantly.
This is the end of my post for today. I have heaps more to add about the time away and this will be done hopefully on Sunday.
Its after midnight now and time for some sleep I think before I start making big mistakes on here...Night all..............................
Friday, July 3, 2009
The day started innocuously enough with me getting up bright and early ready to "Carpe Diem"...
A large amount of housework was done as I knew the Cleaning Ladies were coming this day, not to mention, Lizzie, so I didn't want the usual mess lying around.
After a couple of rounds of washing, some bin emptying, dishwasher stacking, bed making AND generalised tidying up it was the hour to shower and get ready.
The ladies rolled up at their customary 10 to clean the house (lucky me) and I waited for my best friend to arrive, and arrive she did not long after.
We bid a hasty goodbye and drove off into the sun (no rise or set at this time of the day) towards the land of many cars and long bridges.
Westgate was mounted and driven over, amidst the cars that wanted to push in and not wait their turn much to my chagrin but some calming words from my passenger calmed me and allowed them to gain access.
We finally got to our destination by 11ish, parked the car and quickly strolled over to The Melbourne Museum.
You wouldn't believe the mile long queue, I kid you not...all waiting for a chance to witness first hand the secrets Pompei had to offer. Amidst the queue were many schoolchildren, all with at least one parent if not two. The place was jam packed.
So, after a hasty debate, we decided not to wait but to trip over to nearby Lygon Street for a much needed coffee and see what else Carlton had to offer.
A delicious coffee and lemon tarte each were consumed whilst we drooled over many other french pastries and we then decided to see what the local shops had to offer us.
By the time we got to Borders I thought an alternative was needed and the eternal lightbulb went off inside my head.
"Why don't we go see a movie instead of all our other plans"
This was agreed upon by both parties and so, a movie it was.
I had always wanted to see 'Sampson and Delilah' since hearing about it on the Movie Show and as it was showing this day I 'Carpe Diemed'.....
Sampson and Delilah tells the story of two indigenous adolescents living in the heart of central Australia.
The story depicts their day to day life and the dramatic changes that occur as a result of their relationship.
Quote "Samson (Rowan McNamara) and Delilah's (Marissa Gibson) world is small - an isolated community in the Central Australian desert. When tragedy strikes they turn their backs on home and embark on a journey of survival. Lost, unwanted and alone they discover that life isn't always fair, but love never judges."
The actors all portray a life of poverty and hardship but there is an underlying beauty and a sense of love and change.
Running through the story also is a theme of petrol sniffing and the tragedy it can create.
The two main leads were amazing in how a story can told with minimal spoken word.
I might add they were both brilliantly endearing and extremely photogenic.
I would heartily recommend this tale if you want a good dose of blaring reality and if you're sick of feeling complacent about your life.
It'll blow your socks off!
Once Lizzie and I had wiped away the tears and recuperated from our post movie discussion, it was time for something to eat. A local cafe served us piping hot Pumpkin Soup to keep our hunger abated and then it was time to come home.
Trundling through the traffic on this Friday afternoon, we made it back to local ground (for me) before too long and we then waited for Mez to come home to share a dinner of Vietnamese.
That too was soon over and then Lizzie departed for home.
We had yet another great day and with it is the promise to attempt again soon our Try For Pompei...
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
I took myself off to the chemist yesterday and I suspect he took pity on me. (Gave me some strong stuff) that makes me feel almost human again!
Funny how I never ever for a jolly long time came down with an 'URTI' whilst my other half and she who comes home for food and money (my darling daughter) seemed to succumb all the time until recent years.
Now the roles have reversed and its me with the blocked up honky schnozz, laryngitis and resultant cold sore, but as I said earlier I am on the improve, so when I return to work tomorrow, hopefully people will stop avoiding me whilst holding their breath in my presence!
I bought my husband a shirt and tie last week from his favourite shirt and tie shop. When I got home, I was so focused on taking all the pins out of the shirt and washing it that I must have thrown the tie out!
What did I do but rush back down to the shop and purchased yet another tie to add to his collection.
You may re call last week (or was it the week before?) I was supposed to give a talk at work about my recent PNG experience. This was deferred as I had no voice but with a bit of luck I can get it over with sometime next week and won't have to stress about speaking in front of an audience again for a while.
Last Sunday I was invited to an afternoon tea to meet two young nurses who actually flew out to PNG today, their ultimate destination being Goroka.
They're there for three weeks and hope to gain some surgical, medical and theatre experience. I was checking the weather up there earlier and it's sitting around 30 degrees celsius. Such a contrast to our 6 degrees, rain and wind.
Friday sees my dear friend Lizzie and I getting together for the day. Our initial plan was to spend the day at The Melbourne Zoo and if the weather was inclement, go to Plan B and chill out at D.F.O. in the city. Trust me to come up with a Plan C...checking out the Pompeii exhibition on at the Melbourne Museum, which is what I think we will end up doing after all that.
Its Lizzie's birthday tomorrow (Wednesday) and mine on Sunday, hence the Big Day Out.
To top it off, my darling daughter, Lizzie's godchild will be coming out to dinner with us which will be a first.
The following day my plan is for my other half and I to go up to our escape from the city (Porepunkah) for a few days. It'll be icy cold up there (snow, hail and rain is forecast) but I don't care...shall be wonderful to just be up there for a break.
Look forward to numerous photos...
Sunday, June 21, 2009
I went to the doctor's yesterday as I felt so miserable.
Absolutely no voice...I didn't even compare to a fog-horn, so there was really no point in my going to work as I couldn't talk anyhow.
The doctor gave me three days off including tomorrow which was just as well as all I have done is sleep it away.
Today my voice has partially returned, but its definitely not me...and I do sound like a bit of a rusty fog-horn, but thanks to antibiotics, yucky senega and ammonia cough medicine, plus other lotions and potions...I am on the mend.
I trust those who read this are well and without my symptoms.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Obviously it didn't get done, primarily because its 'Refugee Week and I would have been competing against a social worker talking about the plight of refugees from third world countries..
Just as well it didn't get done though because I woke up with a tickle in my throat this morning and this afternoon, its developed into a full scale laryngitis.
Some might see that as a blessing. I see it as a bloody nuisance but, what can you do!
The dilemma is...will I or won't I go to work tomorrow now?
That IS the question!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Have been shopping as well today, supermarket stuff mainly, plus the odd gift for a wonderful friend's birthday which will be upon us soon.
Its a grey cloud day here this afternoon, cold and no wind. That means there's not even a hint of rain unfortunately, something we could well do with.
Not sure how this part of the planet will survive if the skies don't open soon, and for a long time as well.