Monday, 6 August 2007

I fell off my blog!

Fell off the blog back there and hit the ground a bit hard / awkwardly. I know now the smart thing to do would've been to get back on straight away and never mind the aches and pains, but instead I let the fear get the better of me. And consequently there are eight hundred unread posts in my Bloglines feed and several important (or at least blogworthy) events in my recent life have gone unblogged.

On the plus side, for you, you have been spared an indeterminate number of long and undignified rants about the badness of the Govt, the stupidness of some people, the grasping cupidity of some local councils, and the uncalled-for nastiness of the personal assistants of some Important types. Here's the thing: someone else surely blogged about most of this stuff while I was gone and did a better job of it into the it doesn't matter! There are enough blogs now for some of us to slack off with impunity, and yet nobody is sent away bored. An almost perfect state of affairs I would say.

Merely for posterity, then, here is a chronicle of recent events.


Dorian and I went to the above places for a few days to go to my grandmother's ninetieth birthday party and to visit my parents. My grandmother reads this blog sometimes. She's a fan of Late Night Live: that makes two of us in this family. In Canberra we had the great pleasure of meeting up with Cristy and Lily, Duckie, BB and Bumblebee, and Zoe, Sage, Owen and Jethro, at Zoe's place. We also took in some of the local sights and attractions

This chunk of rock was in a Bridge in England and now it is under a Bridge over Lake Burley Griffin: just like other chunks of the original bridge which were given out to various Commonwealth countries so we will never forget the mother country. Hurrah!


Are up.

At long last. The one on the left is a bit warped and the one on the right is not yet painted, but I'm sure you will agree they look oarsome, or should that be arrrsome? Anyway, so good as to be almost worth the effort.

We also painted the bedroom a lovely shade of fifties green to go with the cream woodwork, especially to annoy Robin Boyd. What it needs now is some Art.


Dorian and I have been going to a Wednesday night Life Drawing class at the arts centre that he manages. A nude person stands (or lies) in the middle and everyone else draws pictures of them.


My friend Carol is going to teach EngLit at Lignan University in Hong Kong for a year and her two cats are staying with us.

They got here on Friday.

Their names are Alby and Pud (rhymes with 'bud'). It's excellent for Basil to have some cats to play with although he doesn't exactly realise this himself, not just yet. He's alert but not alarmed and, on the whole, behaving with admirable discretion and maturity. There is a faintly wearing atmosphere of tension in the house as various individuals tiptoe about and peer nervously around corners but I'm happy to say it's tapering off under the happy influence of plentiful bowls of flaked tuna, ticklings with peacock feathers, and the heater in the evening.



Pud is settling in very well. Alby not so much; or maybe it's just taking him a bit longer to get used to all the newness. The pair of them sleep under the sofabed in the back room and come out during the day, Pud to eat and to play the kinds of games a not very smart cat enjoys so much, and Alby to slink about looking freaked out of his mind. One activity he doesn't mind is sitting on my lap with a black mohair jumper draped over him so he can't see anything scary. And so it came to pass that on Saturday I read an Agatha Christie novel and yesterday I watched six hours of television.


Is getting along splendidly and proving extremely enjoyable in every way. Here's a thing, though: about 55 students, and only one of them is male.


Val said...

Pirate doors

are indeed awesome.

Glad to see you back in Bloggerland. Can imagine the workload at this time of year has kept you profitably (?) occupied.

Anna said...

I be jealous of them there doors.


Another Outspoken Female said...

Welcome back to Blogland. Sounds like Baz is being a generous host, as long has continues to have custody of your desk - am sure it will work out fine.

Ampersand Duck said...

Is it a coincidence that your Jane Austen ratio is similar in anything to do with bookarts?

Alby is obviously too smart to simply settle down; Pud looks delightfully placid. o wot fun! Nothing like inter-kitty dynamics.

Glad to hear you made it down Brown Mountain without sliding off the side...

Fyodor said...

Whizzo, except they're not pirate doors.

*dodges crockery*

1:54 sounds about right. Good odds, too.

Dorian said...

They arrrr so pirate doors

Miss Eagle said...

Welcome back to the blogosphere. The pirate doors are wonderful. When do tickets go on sale for the guided tour and associated paint and craft workshop?

Blessings and bliss

Xtin said...

Gawd, ridiculously pleased you're back.

Love the pirate doors. To hell with Robin Boyd and the motherfreaking wind tunnel I walked through every day to school, a product of his putative genius. Feh!

Mindy said...

Three cats, two laps. Does someone end up with two heavy cats sitting on them?

Anonymous said...

LNL is great

R.H. said...

Granny reads this blog?

OOOOOH! (Is my face red!)

I don't like the doors, they make the place look like a restaurant. Pirate ships should fly the pirate flag anyway. My paranoid associate is buying a boat soon (true) and we'll be sailing up the Yarra, past Southbank, and flying the skull and crossbones too, you bet!

Bernice said...

Hurrah you're back. Bit puzzled as to Robyn Boyd & the green thing - didn't know he had a thang about fact given 50s modernist fabric design etc etc...mmmm

TimT said...

I wonder: is the 50 women/1 man thing in your course because Austen has more of an attraction for women, or are there just so few men studying literature at Uni? Or a combination of both?

Zarquon said...

If you call your course 'The Physics of Jane Austen' you'll get more blokes in.

TimT said...

*Grits teeth*

Don't make me write TWO Jane Austen parodies in the one night, Zarquon. Because you know I will...

lucy tartan said...

Bernice if I read Robin right he objects to all coloured paintwork, most especially to cream where it's used instead of white (??) and then to any colour scheme which necessitates Mr Middle Australia accumulating numbers of partly-used cans of paint. And he has a point there of course.

TimT, there are more women than men studying English here, but the gender ratio in this course is skewed way off the charts and it must be because JA is perceived as girly, which indeed she is.

elsewhere said...

Once I got up to three cats, I felt I was permanently in the role of traffic director.

Be interested to know how it goes and how out-of-joint Baz's nose gets.

Just Like A Woman said...

Lovely Pud is the dead-spitting image of my darling departed Kimba, and appears to have the same placid, lazy, happy-to-see-you-can-I-sit-on-your-lap-purrrrrty please? personality too. Also, just like Kimba, he appears to have an aversion to cleaning his grubby paws - must be a white cat thing.
Looking forward to copious amounts of cat-blogs and I do hope poor highly-strung Alby settles in soon.


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