a blast

First snow on the mountain and looking beautiful from my driveway

My new mattress arrived today exactly as the store had promised.  The bed, sadly, has gone rogue and may be heading to Western Australia.  But this took a backseat when two Triabunna friends dropped in totally unexpectedly.  They were on their way to lunch with other former Triabunna friends.  I declined an invite just in case there was news on the whereabouts of my bed.

And then another burst of pleasure - a housewarming card from the Floosie with a blast from the past photo.  This was a bit of a coincidence because I was on the verge of telling her that our Good Works in establishing the Bellerive Historical Society were useful to Alison Alexander, a big name Tassie historian, in a 2003 tome she wrote about the Eastern Shore.  It is lovely to see our research referenced in this book.  They were our Glory Days, as the enclosed photo - taken at the Bellerive Fort - indicates.

Yesterday I achieved a strategic coup getting the microwave of my dreams from Target in the city, home to my kitchen.  It's a superseded model so not available online.  Target doesn't do 'click and collect' and doesn't deliver, so I had to devise a cunning plan - parking near the bus stop at the end of Wentworth Street, catching the bus in, carrying the boxed microwave to the checkout (I had done my homework and knew I could carry it and that it weighed 10kgs), continuing with a few rest stops along the mall, then a man about my age helped me carry it to the bus stop.  A welcome rest and gathering of strength on the bus, and then a short struggle to my parked car.

very pleased with the result

Tuesday also involved a trip to the city.  This time it was all pleasure - the VDB lunchtime concert.

Xenos played Balkan music with Sabine and Anne singing in Roma, as well as playing their instruments.

I have to say I fell in love with this woman.  Loved her hair.  Loved the way she dressed.  She sang!  She played sax!  She's Sabine's mother.

I think this guy is her partner.  He wandered off stage at one point and took up position in one of the alcoves at the back of the Town Hall.  They were such fun, trying constantly to get us to dance but we were staid and a bit too packed in to easily access the aisles.

Monday was Bellerive Historical Society meeting night.  Wayne Smith, a former BHS President and nearly 90 years old, talked of bushrangers and nomenclature.

He produced a town map of Bellerive which he had found on Trove.  I took a photo of this part, ie Second Bluff where I now live.  I feel a bit of research coming on...