Following on from yesterday’s post where I had a written a paper into existence but it still needed editing in order to submit by the end of today. What joy, having being woken early by the police at my door (that’s another, not very interesting story), to check my email and find a message informing me that the paper deadline has been extended by a week. Said paper is sitting there waiting for Monday to be polished ready for shipment, and I enjoyed a leisurely Saturday.
Some writing is a pleasure, like this blog. A little whim that emerges in text as I sit at the keyboard. I can write whatever takes my fancy and I try to stick to one paragraph. Sometimes it’s harder to write something shorter than longer, but I enjoy the crafting. Writing an academic paper is a different thing altogether and always fraught with fears that I won’t succeed. All the more joy, then when I write a paper into existence. Even if it still needs editing, the feeling of success arrives when it becomes structurally complete and contains all the necessary parts.
Gumboots are a marvellous invention, keeping feet dry, safe and comfortable. I love a good row of dirty boots, the residual mud telling a story of where they’ve been, but lined up in pairs ready for the next task.
Shiver Me Timbers is such a beautiful song. Digging deep into a song to learn it properly is always a fascinating process, but some songs are like medicine for my heart too. This is one of those and I’m very much looking forward to playing it at my Tom Waits gig on the 4th December.
Flying safely through a thunderstorm and arriving safely home makes me happy. I can handle a delay if it means we don’t fall out of the sky. The weather gods were throwing a good party today, which in theory means tomorrow should be calm.
If you like rain and thunderstorms, here’s a 10 hour youtube clip to lull you off to sleep:
Driving through the drought-stricken, dusty landscape of central-west New South Wales is not somewhere you expect to find humour. Until google maps tells you to ‘turn left in 100m onto The Bogan Way‘. This is by far the best street name I have seen in years. It prompted me to look up the etymology of the word bogan, and the most convincing argument is that its pejorative meaning is a reference to those living west of Sydney near the Bogan River.
I have too many books. They are on shelves, in stacks, in boxes, and liberally scattered around the house. Nonetheless, there is always room for more, especially when it seems the universe has conspired for me to find a particular book, as I did today – a small recipe book of Argentinian Street Food with 30 empanada recipes plus a host of other dishes. You know what I’ll be cooking this week!
High quality fabric with beautiful patterns has made me happy for many, many years. Combine that with the joy of the forage and I am very happy. I foraged through piles of gorgeous upholstery samples today at Debbie Weston’s popup shop in the Block Arcade in Ballarat. Stunning prints and luxurious fabric are there for your foraging pleasure tomorrow from 10 to 4. And the best bit? It’s all $2 a piece. I’ve got secret squirrel plans for the beauties I bought. Here’s one piece employed as a photo backdrop.
How I love finding the first cherries of the season on offer in the fruit shop. I can’t resist their shiny burgundy skin, beckoning me to savour the juicy, sweet flesh. Today was that special day, heralding the start of summer and all the fruitful excess of mangoes, peaches, nectarines, figs, plums, berries, and melons.
It feels like midsummer – the temperature at 11pm is 26 degrees. It’s balmy and warm, the beach is calling, but we know it’s November and by the weekend we’ll be back to overnight low’s of 6. This kind of evening will feel oppressive by January, but right now it’s an absolute delight.