Sunday 30 June 2024

The Way, My Way


Briony and I went to see "The Way, My Way" yesterday. We headed off from here at 2.15 for a 3pm session. We took the toll roads so the drive was hassle free and managed to get a park in the parking under the building. 

A coffee and a shared slice of ricotta cheesecake were a treat before we made our way to the cinema. 

This is odd, the place is packed but the seating plan looked like it would be half empty.


And somebody is in our seats! The hide of them!

What's on screen looks like a movie rather than a preview.....

Let me see the ticket, says Briony. "The ticket time is 3.30! We are crashing another film!

We hastily retreated and while waiting in the foyer we tried to look inconspicuous :)

The film was the story of an older Australian man, Bill, walking the Camino de Santiago. His pilgrimmage wasn't motivated by religion but by curiosity. Or maybe some part of him recognised the value of walking as therapy. When asked why he was walking the Camino, he said he was waiting for the Camino to show him.

His wife said she hoped it would mean she didn't need to apologise for him any more.

Bill's conversations featured and there was enough scenery to inspire a person to travel.

Reviews have called it a story of forgiveness, or a celebration of simple pleasures. Some say it was slow.

I would call it a study of the value in surrender and the pace was just right. After all, the journey of personal growth is long and rambling.

In the lift

Wednesday 12 June 2024


 My youngest child, Caitlin and her paramour, Brendan have been saving and planning for years now to drive around Australia.

Equipment has been bought. 

The ute has been weighed.

The set up has been adjusted to get a safe weight.

Resignations have been tendered.

The big trip, a planned eight months long, is now just a week and a bit away.

Brendan had planned a visit home to Vanuatu before the trip and while he was there, five family members died.

Caitlin had some torrid times at work.

I have been trying to navigate my way through some serious medical issues with my parents.

Through all of that, Caitlin has been solidly by my side: listening, cooking, driving, shopping, doing laundry, etc etc

I'm going to miss her because I won't have that solid support and I will mostly miss her because she is a fabulous human being.

She might be back briefly in October when she becomes an aunty. I rather hope so.

If you are at all interested, they have invited friends and friends of friends to follow along. The insta and facebook handle for the trip is cbpostcards

I hope the big lap exceeds all of their dreams!

Saturday 25 May 2024

National Art Glass Museum

More from my little camping jaunt:

I arrived at the Wagga Wagga Art Gallery and Art Glass Museum at about 2.30pm. The two galleries are in adjacent buildings. They might be connected by a walkway but I entered by a side door and I'm not sure how everything was laid out if one was to see it properly.

This glorious green glass is a representation of a woven grass, indigenous eel trap. I can't remember where I've seen an eel trap but I can say the glass captures the look of a trap perfectly.

I honestly can't remember anything about how this is meant to be a display of glass art because it is crocheted cord. I guess the glass flasks are the glass component. I didn't take any photos of the interpretive information because I thought I would remember. I do not. Something about hand crafts and women. Well, crochet is a lovely art form mostly created by women.

Blogger organised the sequence of photos. It's not real smart cos we are back to the eel trap

More glass/ cord arty stuff

I do remember this one is hand knotted in homage to fishig nets and their makers. You can't see but there are many teeny tiny glass beads knotted in.

This spectacular work was rescued from a house demolition. It was created by the father of glass art. I forget his name. You can see I go to look at things, not to study much more.

How on earth anyone creates this from glass is anybody's guess. I imagine it was very time consuming.

I had to photgraph this because it's sciencey and prehistoric (not actually prehistoric but evocative)

The fishing net from another angle. It had a lot of knots. They were counted. It was a very big number. Hurray to the artist for having a lot more persistence than I do.