JULY 2010. WHICH HAS BOGGED DOWN TWICE.
Its my writing that has bogged down.
Its actually not a week long reflection. Its a reflection upon a long week. Last Friday I was at home. Living near to the ground as stated in the last post. Reason I like that is my difficulty with KNEES and therefore steps and stairs.
I have acquired the Black Cat. With a garden filled with birds I am even less inclined to feeling affection for a Cat than I usually am. However, Bill the Black Cat has moved in and I am calling him William. William the Conqueror for conquering a mass of my tabus in only 2 weeks.. It chills me to the bone to be behaving like an elderly cat woman.
Friday included curtains drawn and early darkness. Winter here is not savage and yet the emotions of Winter still slide across the Shire. One heater lit only at night is enough to warm the house. I have a huge lounge suite but have never mastered the Art Of Lounging. I have read widely on the topic. I have observed Loungers. I have practiced Lounging but I always find myself back at a window, sitting in an upright wooden chair in front of pen and journal, typewriter or blissfully these days – a laptop. UNLOUNGED. I even have recliners this time. and they haven’t touched the inner essence of the non-Lounger very deeply at all.
Now, I have located a Blog by the name of THE IDLER.
One more link to an Art of Lounging site and I shall return to the week.
I can do IDLE. Its not a bad theme for an old dropout and chronicler.
Saturday was the day for GROWERS’ MARKETS and the SAVE BELLINGEN HOSPITAL RALLY. I spent that day in the 3 generations of women outing mode I have come to enjoy with my daughter and her daughter. I went from Raleigh where I live in the Workers’ Cottage up around the North Bank Road to North Bellingen
I have said enough about the Rally for the moment so I shall leave it be with the Blitzwagon bringing up the rear of the procession.
I don’t engage easily with other people and have spent long periods in almost Eremitic Solitude. Now that I live with someone and mingle amongst, I take the Days Off to disengage. Bruised easily by other people said Old Flo in Bondi. That gave me Sunday at home and close to home. The Old Pacific Highway crosses the Raleigh Bridge not far from here.
Nov 1935 – Old Raleigh Bridge over Bellinger River at Raleigh.
One that I like best of all is of Swaggies waiting for the punt at Raleigh. The Year is not given.
That’s the NSW STATE LIBRARY with a rather sad new Logo.
I have been wondering when the Friesian Cow became so dominant in this area. My Mother, who spent a good bit of the war years in Bangalow, was an advocate of the Jersey cow as a milker and my memories as a child were of gentle brown cows. In 2010, the black and white Friesians are EVERYWHERE. There is an image on the NSW State Library link and the cows there don’t look Friesian to me.
Izzy had a gig at the Harwood Hotel last Saturday and stayed over at Woombah. I am throwing the names in for you to look up on yr Funk n Wagnall. Coming home he picked up a few things from Ulmarra. They included a box of handcrafted Chocolates from the Ulmarra Newsagency and included pre-ordered vegetable pies baked by Lizzie at WIDE RIVER CAFE. At the end of August, there will be a big opening of the new National Park at Nambucca.
The new Gaagal Wanggaan (South Beach) National Park is Aboriginal land that the Aboriginal people of the Nambucca Valley want to share with the rest of the community.
Lizzie’s brother, Andrew Hegedus, along with Izzy Foreal, Tony Rendell and renowned local drummer Keith Longman as well as Roy Geiger on guitar from Byron, are tentatively down as the band to perform at the end of August for the opening of Gaagal Wangaan. Looks good so it does.
Monday, we took off South to Port Macquarie where I have family. Its about a 1 1/2 hour drive. The trees are different and the town is different from where we are here. There are KOALAS in those trees. I believe there are koalas up behind us here but I have not seen one. My sister has seen Many Koalas down in Port. We stayed out at Lighthouse Beach. Me, I like the Old Core of Port Macquarie. Bit of a 19th century afficionado. They do however have camel rides on the beach at Lighthouse. I didn’t go the extra half kilometre to the Lighthouse and I didn’t ride on the Camels. I didn’t even see the Koalas. Seems i don’t see a lot of things.
After months during 2009 and the first half of 2010 of staying in overnight accommodations, we found ourselves back in a ‘CABIN’. Good value for $60 per night – ensuite. Nevertheless, it took me some gulps of sea air and a girding of the loins to enter yet another ‘container’ with the intention of sleeping an entire night in it. We had more serious business than overnight accommodations on our mind and knew we only needed ‘ a bed to sleep in’ but I surely do prefer a view of the river and boats and ships. Travelling on the XPT years back, a woman seated over the aisle described it as a ‘people carrier’. The Cabin was something similar except it wasn’t moving. Then again, perhaps there was something there that I wasn’t seeing.
I lay very still and slept all night. I had hoped a koala would wake me but none did. Next morning, I was out of there and back to the more important business of talking with my sister and her family.
Heading home with Cassandra in the back of the Starwagon, we stopped in at Fredo’s Pies in Frederickton. All manner of pies inc crocodile and camel. Cassandra is newly returned from 2 years in the U.K. living in Brixton.
Vegetarians all, Fredo’s has a wide selection for us as well as for the carnivorous.
Some of these stats look dodgy to me. How could yahoo possibly be dodgy ? They say Dorrigo’s coldest ever July temp was –3.2. Doesn’t sound right.
Wednesday brought the rains again. A lot of rain. A flat battery for the Starwagon and Day at Home. Suited me fine. Didn’t seem to suit the horses so well.
Wrapped the week up with a clear day and lunch at the Gelato Bar. Iz was off to Grafton for the Emporium Music Cafe Gig and I passed they day en Famille. All in all, an interesting week in the country.
HAPPY CAMPERS ALL OF US.