A Sentimental Serpent
02/09/2009 10:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIzzie once heard that most suffering is caused by trying to make reality repeatable - ie trying to control reality and become attached to it. So it's nobody's fault but Izzie's for today's string of stuff ups.
Nothing serious or dangerous happened at all just quite a few knocks on the head for our nostalgia fest
Not sure if it's plain old age or something more seriously sinister like brain damage, but this serpent is becoming increasingly sensitive to the low drones, brake slamming and general jerkery that is the experience of being a passenger on the local gruesome gas buses. It's like being stuck for 40 mins in a spin dryer on full speed.
By the time of arrival at our destination, Izzie is either homicidal, exhausted or just about ready to burst into tears. Sometimes all three at once.
The whole point of today's visit to Fremantle apart from nostalgia was to visit the new farmer's market which started today and will be on every Wednesday now for probably the next four months
As Izzie normally works on Wednesdays, this was our one chance to snoop and slink and sniff out all the tasty morsels. Due to the stuff up with bus connections was already 30 mins later than expected and totally neurotic and claustrophobic. Did get some delicious bread and olive oil but otherwise made a quick getaway and slinked off to the library
Turned out that the one book of the three due back today that was left back at the Lair was the one that was not able to be renewed as another reader had requested it. Not surprising really. It's called "The Art of Graeme Base" is extremely beautiful and also very expensive. Had often drooled over it in the book shops, never imagining it to ever appear in a public library.
Did renew the very interesting and informative "The Decorated Page" which is full of inspirational ideas but was happy to dump the crappy and corny "Scrapbooking for Dummies"
Altered books and decorated journals do appeal to the inner serpent but scrapbooking is just way too corny and kitschie for Izzie
In fact, today was to be a veritable feast of squiggling, scribbling and playing with pencils, stamps, ink and stuff in the evil green journal to be followed by a picnic at 3.30pm in the gardens of the old lunatic asylum.
It turned out to be a gorgeous sunny day and after reading some of the most interesting chapters of the 6th Potter book (yesterday's plans to read them while sitting outside the city's historical graveyard well and truly got rained on) was finally calming down and getting all relaxed and almost normal.
After playing around with wine corks and ink but making more of a mess than anything artistic, it was time for a proper picnic with wine and cheese and those crusty sesame seed rolls from the market that morning. It was exactly at that time that it started raining. Drips at first but more and more and faster and faster. It was a quick scramble to get books and pens put away before everything got all smudged and soaked.
So slinked off sulking into the old asylum buildings to look at the latest art exhibitions. The usual pretentious waffle. Especially peeved now that they've got their paws on the now closed museum to peddle their pretentious perversions.
Did do a coffee crawl later and another attempt at mastering the intricacies of beginners crochet - still not yet got the hang of it. But after getting rained out and the ordeal of another grueling astronaut training session on the way back to the Lair, any inspiration was well and truly sucked out of this serpent.
Yessss - if this Dursleyish serpent could have one magical Potter power, it would just have to be Apparition. Not the most glamorous but well and truly the most useful. No bus or jet lag ever again and lots of afternoon trips to Amsterdam, Paris, Barcelona and the bestest organic shop ever in Vienna. Not to mention all the cafes and other feasts for culture vultures.
Must be off now to practise those 3 Ds - Destination, deliberation, determination.
And here's hoping for a happier day for the next Wednesday 2nd which will be in December this year.
Nothing serious or dangerous happened at all just quite a few knocks on the head for our nostalgia fest
Not sure if it's plain old age or something more seriously sinister like brain damage, but this serpent is becoming increasingly sensitive to the low drones, brake slamming and general jerkery that is the experience of being a passenger on the local gruesome gas buses. It's like being stuck for 40 mins in a spin dryer on full speed.
By the time of arrival at our destination, Izzie is either homicidal, exhausted or just about ready to burst into tears. Sometimes all three at once.
The whole point of today's visit to Fremantle apart from nostalgia was to visit the new farmer's market which started today and will be on every Wednesday now for probably the next four months
As Izzie normally works on Wednesdays, this was our one chance to snoop and slink and sniff out all the tasty morsels. Due to the stuff up with bus connections was already 30 mins later than expected and totally neurotic and claustrophobic. Did get some delicious bread and olive oil but otherwise made a quick getaway and slinked off to the library
Turned out that the one book of the three due back today that was left back at the Lair was the one that was not able to be renewed as another reader had requested it. Not surprising really. It's called "The Art of Graeme Base" is extremely beautiful and also very expensive. Had often drooled over it in the book shops, never imagining it to ever appear in a public library.
Did renew the very interesting and informative "The Decorated Page" which is full of inspirational ideas but was happy to dump the crappy and corny "Scrapbooking for Dummies"
Altered books and decorated journals do appeal to the inner serpent but scrapbooking is just way too corny and kitschie for Izzie
In fact, today was to be a veritable feast of squiggling, scribbling and playing with pencils, stamps, ink and stuff in the evil green journal to be followed by a picnic at 3.30pm in the gardens of the old lunatic asylum.
It turned out to be a gorgeous sunny day and after reading some of the most interesting chapters of the 6th Potter book (yesterday's plans to read them while sitting outside the city's historical graveyard well and truly got rained on) was finally calming down and getting all relaxed and almost normal.
After playing around with wine corks and ink but making more of a mess than anything artistic, it was time for a proper picnic with wine and cheese and those crusty sesame seed rolls from the market that morning. It was exactly at that time that it started raining. Drips at first but more and more and faster and faster. It was a quick scramble to get books and pens put away before everything got all smudged and soaked.
So slinked off sulking into the old asylum buildings to look at the latest art exhibitions. The usual pretentious waffle. Especially peeved now that they've got their paws on the now closed museum to peddle their pretentious perversions.
Did do a coffee crawl later and another attempt at mastering the intricacies of beginners crochet - still not yet got the hang of it. But after getting rained out and the ordeal of another grueling astronaut training session on the way back to the Lair, any inspiration was well and truly sucked out of this serpent.
Yessss - if this Dursleyish serpent could have one magical Potter power, it would just have to be Apparition. Not the most glamorous but well and truly the most useful. No bus or jet lag ever again and lots of afternoon trips to Amsterdam, Paris, Barcelona and the bestest organic shop ever in Vienna. Not to mention all the cafes and other feasts for culture vultures.
Must be off now to practise those 3 Ds - Destination, deliberation, determination.
And here's hoping for a happier day for the next Wednesday 2nd which will be in December this year.
