Weekend

Engraving by Nicole, hanging in Rachel's flat

Went to Rachel's this last weekend, so she could look after me.

We had a thoroughly girly and expensive weekend: took her broken ring to Hardy's to be rebuilt, bought some bras. Then went to DJ's noodle bar for lunch. The queue was long and it hurts for me to stand, so Rachel queued, and I bought some coffee, and not content with that whipped up to the table cloth section and managed to buy a table cloth. The transaction completed,the phone rang and I jumped the queue to sit down and await my previously ordered lunch.

Revived, we then went off to CUE and I persuaded Rachel (I hope not too hard), to buy some dresses. We then went back to her flat and I lay down and had a rest.

Somewhere in the weekend, and I think it was the Saturday, we took in Tropic Thunder at Fox studios. It was the best, the funniest comedy I have seen in a long time. I could even become a fan of Ben Stiller. No holds barred, stacks of in-jokes and amazing conversations, loads of blood and gore, brilliant take on war movies, and very, very funny.

Pleasures of flickr

One of Barbara J.H.'s photographs
Aerial view of a pineapple farm, and a lovely piece of abstract geometry.



This time I started to put in links to some of my favourite photos, but then I just used fdsflickrtoys to create a mosaic. If you go to the mosaic (by clicking on the image above) and click on the number representing the image you will arrive at the original image and image-maker's photostream. (Or more simply, you could click on the links below.)

1. Wow, 2. Deep Blue Ohio Evening, 3. Balloon flight-2975, 4. feldrain mit platterbse 2008-06, 5. Pink Sunshine, 6. Slow motion firework, 7. scattered shadows, 8. Fishing in the middle of the river Nemunas, in Kaunas, 9. 木綿の花, 10. Lichens and Airplant, 11. Milton Park Lodge - Bowral, 12. Can you find your bike?, 13. Schiehallion, 14. Caminhos, 15. black cheeseberry, 16. Ancient bushcraft (II)

Created with fd's Flickr Toys.

Looking silly

Mink

Yesterday, I was a bit over ambitious on returning from being pushed and pummelled, and having to walk from Edward Street to North Quay, I encountered for the first time, David Jones. With only a skirt to my name apart from jeans which I wear everywhere, I wanted to see if I could find something nice.

Well, the up escalator is some distance from the entrance and by the time I got up it, I was reduced to crawling. Being something of an exhibitionist, I wondered how long it would take before anyone noticed this woman in her mink, sandshoes, jeans and backpack, making her way along the floor in monkey fashion. (Some time is the answer.)

(DJ's and a kind lady did finally take pity on me, giving me some water to take my various prescription painkillers, and then I surprised myself by buying a dress...)

(The mink is a present from my sister and it has and is being a great comfort while I am not feeling well and am so ridiculously sorry for myself.)

The photo I took today. (I'm not quite sure what the response would have been had I asked a passerby to photograph that very ridiculous apparition.)

Dreaming

Advertisement for the Mikado, QPAC

I keep dreaming my parents are alive and wake up planning to do things with them. (I presume it's the panadeine forte that I'm taking. They are unlike other dreams which always seem intimately connected with working out my basic waking concerns: these are too full of anticipatory pleasure to be of the same ilk.)

So last night my father was coming up to Brisbane and I thought I would take him to the Mikado.

So, as I returned this morning from my daily pummelling, I took this photo of the advertisement for the Mikado (It looks like the show may have some very gay overtones...)

Unable to walk

Lily leaves. Southbank Winter morning

It's been an interesting week. Completely incapable of walking and in pain, things have been pretty miserable.

But the extremely upside of it all has been that I have become so bored with reciting my tale of woe that I am now finally, finally, starting to talk to the people in college. And enjoying it.

I have also learnt that the UQ security service exists not just to protect the denizens of UQ, but picks up the moribund and less than moribund from anywhere on the campus and takes them to anywhere on the campus.

So, on Saturday last, I fancied a swim. The security service indicated a possible delay ("Saturday's our busiest day"), but took me to and from the college to the pool. How about that? Not bad, eh?