The gadabout

I'd been trying to come up with a title for this blog post.  I was about to settle for Singing and Reading, though I thought that a little bland.  Then, sitting on the bus today, I got a message from the Floosie to say her radio show was on this afternoon.  I replied saying I was on the bus but would be home soon.  She said that I am a gadabout.  And I liked it.  I spent the rest of the ride and walk home alternating between Dinah Washington's Mad About the Boy and Shostacovich's Romance from The Gadfly.

Singing was definitely the theme for last weekend.  It was the Festival of Voices.  Brunching with a friend on the Saturday, he announced he had to be at Kangaroo Bay for 11am.  He was singing in a choir.

the Uplift Choir and security

The next day I went to the Farmers Market in Hobart for groupie duties with the Maria Voices

who were their usual magnificent selves and were called back for an encore.  You can tell a Tassie crowd:

is that a bullet hole?

It was also NAIDOC Week.  I was aghast at the complexity of this puzzle at the State Library.

Some easy and enjoyable reading:

I like the Perveen Mistry novels for the insight into Indian Society.  They are set in the 1920s.

David Owen is a Tassie based author.  Every one of his whodunnits seem to take the reader on a tour around Tasmania - very satisfying for those who know the place.  There is something I find abrasive in his writing but I'm not sure what.  The books are written in the first person so perhaps it's his character I can't get on with.  But that's fair enough - I'll keep reading the books.

This is a fascinating book.  I'll finish it this evening.  It makes me appreciate Picnic at Hanging Rock all the more.

Yesterday there was a Re-loved Market on Bellerive Boardwalk.  Some very good fun clothes and a lovely sunny day.  I had walked to the Rosny Library and was on my way to shop at my Salamanca Fresh.  Admittedly I was very tired by the time I'd walked home.

Today I went to checkout the Earth Rally on the Parliament House lawns.  As speakers said, they were preaching to the converted, but it is nice to see the diversity of the converted, and hopefully they can convince others.  Dogs were certainly a feature.  If only dogs could vote.  We have an election, again, next Saturday.

I made my way up Murray Street and was stopped in my tracks by this hotel architecture.

cutting edge indeed

Revisiting

I am gradually re-acquainting myself with Hobart.  A while ago Sarah, Jake, Oakie and I met at a Korean restaurant in North Hobart.

good for a cos lettuce fix

I really enjoyed the evening stroll to the restaurant.  I'd forgotten how much I enjoy cities at night.

I think a grandson works here

I like how the modern units have been scaled to the much older building

and I love this piano shop!

Yesterday I had a few things to do in town so thought I'd take a look at a Pompeii exhibition at TMAG.

native garden outside Town Hall on the way to museum and art gallery

Unfortunately the exhibition finished last week, but there was still plenty to enjoy.  I perused the Oliffe Richmond exhibition and was pleased so see his friendship with Eileen Brooker acknowledged.

Tassie furniture in native woods.  I would love the thylacine chest of drawers.

'Breath of the Thylacine'

'50 Shades of Blue'

One of many panels of blue and white crockery from many countries and centuries.

I'm rather partial to some blue and white myself.  Here's my slender Japanese wave plate resting on a chunky piece of Willow Pattern.  I'm also partial to big waves.  I'm watching 'You Should Have been Here Yesterday', an e-film from the library about the surf scene in the 1970s.  No plot but lots of beautiful waves and beautiful people.  And we were there!  I'm using it as a sort of meditation.

The day ended at the State Cinema to watch The Salt Path.  It's the Cornish coast not my Pembrokeshire but achingly beautiful nevertheless.  I was wondering if I'd be able to watch it when the film opens and the husband appears to have had a stroke.  Fortunately (for me) it is not a stroke but a degenerative disease so I could watch with greater equanimity.  I knew from our visit to St Davids in 2002 that Steve and I would never walk my Salt Path together but I have since wandered those cliff tops many times alone and with wonderful friends and family.   Truly blessed and salted

The Soiree Tale

Anne's Soirées are mostly sedate affairs,

a gathering of Triabunna's best, brightest and most creative.  Mulling over books and screenings big and small.

a girl can't help but think of The Handmaid's Tale

the devil made me do it

old age should burn and rave at close of day

Dylan Thomas