The section of park to the east of the place where I live doesn’t have a name but is part of the Bulimba Creek Catchment.
Took a walk in there yesterday. Interesting. The recent floods left piles of wood round the base of surviving trees and a sea of ground hugging greenery.
I saw two lomandra plants and the eucalypts in the distance look healthy.
All else is exotic.
Ironically, native street trees are doing very well.
Flowering acacia (maybe) with a blue quandong behind it.
Where to start?
The improvements on the previous place are numerous though I’m too tired now to do little more than describe the excellent light … in the lounge room, one whole wall is ceiling to floor glass, fixed panes and sliding doors, about two and a three quarter meters tall.
Where I’m sitting on the couch typing this blog post, what I see opposite is Rainer Hartlieb’s work of timber art … the shelf units he made for me in 2014 or thereabouts, when I lived in my Mullumbimby house … put back together and adapted for the space by my son.
This version of the shelf unit is approximately 75 centimeters shorter than the original which had a window seat included. The uprights and top length are of Queensland kauri. The short side shelves might be white pine, though I don’t recall that for certain. They made up three large handrails salvaged from a building site. The broad lower shelves are cypress pine, a width of timber that will never be seen again. These were my discovery. A $30 score from a secondhand store, they’d been used in a paint store, their undersides a thick coating of spilled paint.
I’m in my accommodation for one maybe two nights at Isla House in Greenslopes, while my flat is emptied and my new apartment is furnished.
Gotto admit I made a few changes to this room. It’s not a regular motel room, so there is no water boiling or micrwave, all that’s in the kitchen down the corridor.
I brought in a cafe table from the verandah, borrowed a tea towel to cover the weathered top. Was able to fit my walker mostly in the wardrobe.
Doors open, I’m not a fan of everything out of sight, especially in teeny tiny room. Like a box.
I have two nights more at this place. Thursday afternoon I go to a little motel to stay the night.
Friday at 7.30 AM the removalists are arriving to pack up and drive approx ten kilometres down Old Cleveland, take a right at Carindale, a couple of lefts past the mall and a right into my new street. Then the unpacking.
I’m being saved from all this as I happened to pick up a virus somewhere, and will be completely useless without having somewhere to frequently sit or lie down.
My job for the last few days has been to pack up the Lego. Well, there are definitely going to be a few changes happening in how I store things. Luckily thebrickarchitect.com is rejigging their label system which will be a wonderful resource.
And there will have to be some serious rebuilding, because of course several builds did not take kindly to being packed up. Unfortunately, as you can see below, Jed has stormed out of the scene, taking Jackie’s crane on his truck out of the picture!
Vista seen from the bus station across the road. My unit not visible behind the trees.
Counting down 11 sleeps till moving day.
Filling in forms has been the name of the game for the last couple of days. But … I am an arcane procrastinator and have been putting stuff off all weekend. Like now. Writing a blog post. Pearling out some of the news. And I just wrote a hard letter.
An astounding amount of stuff still to do. Like, pack up the contents of the whole apartment? Stuff I haven’t started. Like, deciding on what I’m not taking? I’m squeezing from a small three bedroom place into a smaller unit with 1 bedroom and what they call a Multi Function Room.
I have four shelf units and place for only three. There is an amazing amount of storage in the new unit. All of it behind cupboard doors, unfortunately, though good for keeping dust out.
Or stuff I’m in the middle of. I’ve started packing the Lego. Though not the models yet. I want to get a few more photo sequences done.
Tim, fixing Nin Wiz’s cabin. Working alone instead of with the rest of the crew, out of pure frustration with a certain person’s obstreperous manner.
Plus, I’m potting up some plants to go while deciding which plants will have to stay behind.
And, not to forget, my new tech to get used to …
… new modem situation. Huh? All looks very tidy but I only recognize the power-point in the lower right, and the modem in the middle right.
A whole world of people out there reading this blog … I was amazed to find that I had readers from 46! countries.
Forty-four now unfortunately, with readers from the Ukraine and Palestinian Territories falling from the list.
I thank you all for your interest! I know several of you have been reading my work for more than just this blog when we clubbed together with a U-turn from a previous platform, and landed on Google+.
Rita de Heer 