41/2012 {Conversation}

As far as playing jazz, no other art form, other than conversation, can give the satisfaction of spontaneous interaction. 

~ Stan Getz~

Seems appropriate then that the band just outside the door was playing jazz.

40/2012 {Sent with love}

This glass is one of seven differently coloured wine glasses that were sent to me from America in the early seventies. My dear friend E, sent me one each birthday and Christmas for three and a half years. She died of a degenerative liver disease at only 28. The glasses have all survived 34 more years. Sometimes, when I have this glass in my hand and I think about how I come to have it, life just does not make sense.

39/2012 {With a slow shutter speed}

FULL MOON

One night as Dick lay fast asleep,
Into his drowsy eyes
A great still light began to creep
From out the silent skies.
It was the lovely moon’s, for when
He raised his dreamy head,
Her surge of silver filled the pane
And streamed across his bed.
So, for a while, each gazed at each-
Dick and the solemn moon-
Till, climbing slowly on her way,
She vanished, and was gone.

~Walter de la Mare ~

38/2012 {Rolled}

The blinds on our balcony have finally been finished and installed. It’s time to roll out the new rug I bought for that space two weeks before Christmas.

37/2012 {With a heart on it}

This took some finding as I am not the hearts and flowers type. It’s a scrap of fabric left over from the cover of a photo album I had made for the wedding of friends. Appropriate that it was poking out of the top of a small white shopping bag with a big red heart and the word Venom scrawled across it.

36/2102 {In a dish}

Accidentally discovered handy hint #1: When you are using your mobile phone on speaker and you slosh your tea over the table. dropping the phone into a bowl for protection actually magnifies the sound to the point that people in the next room complain bitterly about the volume. I’m trying to work out where I can use this to best effect.

35/2012 {Listed}

What better list than a wine one? Hot and cranky when I arrived at Persimmon after finding the tram service from where I park my car was not running due to massive road works thus necessitating a seven block route march through floating concrete dust in 35 degree heat. Hair plastered to head with sweat and dust, summery frock sticking to damp self, only saving grace was the fact I had chosen, at the last minute, not to wear my Impossible To Walk In Heels. The waiter clearly sensed my rage slight discomfort and offered me a glass of champagne which I churlishly refused, grumpily making do with water. But after 5 minutes of chat with my theatre going companions, my sweet and sunny usual nature won out and I was ready to order the Kooyong Pinot Noir. Good company, great food and a delicious red did wonders for the rest of the afternoon. The play was outstanding as well. Win-Win!