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Spooked
It's been a strange week indeed. Done a whole bunch of things differently than usual. It helps being on holidays and not having to bother with mundane activities such as work. It also helps that there's a heritage festival currently on at the serpent's favorite lurking ground. Not quite a coincidence. Been timing holidays this time of year to coincide with the festival since it began back in 2005 or so.
For the first time this year, finally made it to City Farm - a crazy hippy place built on what used to be an industrial waste land. Some 20 years on, they have finally achieved certified organic status for their gorgeous gardens. But things are changing and not for the best. Looks like the old VW Kombi van ambience will get upgraded to some nasty Hummer.
A lot has happened in 6 months including the building of a bright shiny new cafe which is nearly completed and some bright sparkly new loos. But they got rid of the cute and quirky bush dunnies. A sad day indeed.
Chatted with the lady who makes the most gorgeous beeswax candles. She'd wondered what on earth had happened to the the serpent who used to slink there ever other week and is probably one of her best customers.
After that, lurked around the gardens and sat in a secluded spot facing north, perfect for soaking up the sunshine and smelling the sunflowers.
Was trying to decide between listening to the Science Show on the radio or reading "The Rational Tarot"
In the end did neither as the peace and quiet was interrupted by one of the volunteers picking the same spot to munch her lunch
She came across as quite bubbly and friendly at first but it did not take long for the serpent to suss that here was a drama queen on steroids
She was telling Izzie about how she'd been unemployed for several months now and used to work as a security guard but they gave her a hard time because she was a girl.
Then her boss was picking on her and being unreasonable so she left because it was all too much stress. She then worked as a volunteer at City Farm but when some young things wearing balaclavas turned up and she tried stop them and the cops wouldn't answer when she rang on the mobile for help and then her former boss found out where she was now working and started hassling her and how she was being persecuted for being a whistle blower and even ASIO would not help her, Izzie soon sussed that the woman was a total nutcase.
A professional victim always on the receiving end of awfulness and psychopathic bosses etc etc, overworked and underappreciated etc etc.
Anyone who even mentions ASIO (the Oz version of the CIA) and who expects them to help - it's big time bells and whistles. What's the world coming to when you can't even trust ASIO - she wailed. Anyone who trusts the spooks or considers their pitiful existence worthy of the spooks' concern is almost certainly a few sandwiches short of a picnic and most definitely not the brightest light on the Christmas tree
Forty minutes of persecution and paranoia was more than enough for Izzie. There's enough crazies at the day job without having to endure it while on holidays
Made a get away and got the train to Fremantle for an afternoon of churchyards and choirs
There's an old church that we'd often seen on one of the buses and it looked most interesting and like there was a big garden at the back. Will have to sniff and peek there one day thinks Izzie some two years ago. So to find that it was listed as one of the places taking part in the heritage festival was just the excuse a serpent needed. Both the church and meeting hall would be open from 3-6pm on Saturday and their new amphitheatre would be playing host to a bunch of local choirs and musicians
Got there just after 2pm before all the crowds and pottered around the gardens and old hall which was actually the original church built in 1880 or so. They had tea and scones, hot dogs and bubbly wine on sale. There were also lots of photo albums and pictures of old parish events. Scattered around the hall were little round tables with red gingham tablecloths - just the sort of thing you'd associate with Gypsy fortune tellers. The sunlight was streaming in through the windows
Looked down some of the side streets with old rickety bockety houses and thought what a beautiful and magical place it was. The perfect spot for peeking at a dark shiny new tarot deck (courtesy of a certain Cat)
So not only got to unwrap and drool over the Dark Angels tarot deck in the gorgeous garden with the local church cat lurking and lots of wormwood, sage and silvery grey curry plants but also planted the various plastic wrappings in one of their rubbish bins.
Then later sat at one of the gingham table cloth tables with a cup of tea and scones once again drooling over the deck sorting the cards into the good, bad and ugly. Well - not quite - the sublime, subtle and ugly was more like it. Put 33 cards in the gorgeous pile and 15 in the ugly and the rest in the middle.
Seriously strange and spooky angels indeed and very gothic. We thinks they were very happy with the location of their 'earthly revelation' to a certain serpent.
The alternative culture vulture activity of the day was a graveyard tour but had been on that last year. It's always best to do different things for each festival. No point in touring the graveyard for the fourth time at the expense of peeking in these pretty churches for the first
After getting acquainted with the angels, it was time to listen to some music and see what other nibblies were on offer. A glass of wine with a hot dog was the princely sum of six silver sickles but since the serpent wasn't having any sausages but onions only, they made that only 4 and added that you could get extra glasses of bubbly for $2
In the end had 3 glasses and it was quite nice too.
By that time, it was sunset and soon time to go slinking back to the city and the bus.
It is so rare to visit a beautiful magical place and to know at the time that it will be a day remembered for the next 10 years or so if not even longer. So many happy times are only recognized as such in hindsight. Already the memories are up there in the serpent hall of fame along with Bridgetown and other sacred sites
It is sort of paradoxical that the more present you are in a particular place and time, the more vivid the memories remain of the place in the future.
There was more wonderful feasts for the senses on Sunday too but will save that for another post
Suffice to say that today was Do Nothing day. Sometimes you just need time to let all the mystery and magic turn into memories and to not overload the old grey cells
For the first time this year, finally made it to City Farm - a crazy hippy place built on what used to be an industrial waste land. Some 20 years on, they have finally achieved certified organic status for their gorgeous gardens. But things are changing and not for the best. Looks like the old VW Kombi van ambience will get upgraded to some nasty Hummer.
A lot has happened in 6 months including the building of a bright shiny new cafe which is nearly completed and some bright sparkly new loos. But they got rid of the cute and quirky bush dunnies. A sad day indeed.
Chatted with the lady who makes the most gorgeous beeswax candles. She'd wondered what on earth had happened to the the serpent who used to slink there ever other week and is probably one of her best customers.
After that, lurked around the gardens and sat in a secluded spot facing north, perfect for soaking up the sunshine and smelling the sunflowers.
Was trying to decide between listening to the Science Show on the radio or reading "The Rational Tarot"
In the end did neither as the peace and quiet was interrupted by one of the volunteers picking the same spot to munch her lunch
She came across as quite bubbly and friendly at first but it did not take long for the serpent to suss that here was a drama queen on steroids
She was telling Izzie about how she'd been unemployed for several months now and used to work as a security guard but they gave her a hard time because she was a girl.
Then her boss was picking on her and being unreasonable so she left because it was all too much stress. She then worked as a volunteer at City Farm but when some young things wearing balaclavas turned up and she tried stop them and the cops wouldn't answer when she rang on the mobile for help and then her former boss found out where she was now working and started hassling her and how she was being persecuted for being a whistle blower and even ASIO would not help her, Izzie soon sussed that the woman was a total nutcase.
A professional victim always on the receiving end of awfulness and psychopathic bosses etc etc, overworked and underappreciated etc etc.
Anyone who even mentions ASIO (the Oz version of the CIA) and who expects them to help - it's big time bells and whistles. What's the world coming to when you can't even trust ASIO - she wailed. Anyone who trusts the spooks or considers their pitiful existence worthy of the spooks' concern is almost certainly a few sandwiches short of a picnic and most definitely not the brightest light on the Christmas tree
Forty minutes of persecution and paranoia was more than enough for Izzie. There's enough crazies at the day job without having to endure it while on holidays
Made a get away and got the train to Fremantle for an afternoon of churchyards and choirs
There's an old church that we'd often seen on one of the buses and it looked most interesting and like there was a big garden at the back. Will have to sniff and peek there one day thinks Izzie some two years ago. So to find that it was listed as one of the places taking part in the heritage festival was just the excuse a serpent needed. Both the church and meeting hall would be open from 3-6pm on Saturday and their new amphitheatre would be playing host to a bunch of local choirs and musicians
Got there just after 2pm before all the crowds and pottered around the gardens and old hall which was actually the original church built in 1880 or so. They had tea and scones, hot dogs and bubbly wine on sale. There were also lots of photo albums and pictures of old parish events. Scattered around the hall were little round tables with red gingham tablecloths - just the sort of thing you'd associate with Gypsy fortune tellers. The sunlight was streaming in through the windows
Looked down some of the side streets with old rickety bockety houses and thought what a beautiful and magical place it was. The perfect spot for peeking at a dark shiny new tarot deck (courtesy of a certain Cat)
So not only got to unwrap and drool over the Dark Angels tarot deck in the gorgeous garden with the local church cat lurking and lots of wormwood, sage and silvery grey curry plants but also planted the various plastic wrappings in one of their rubbish bins.
Then later sat at one of the gingham table cloth tables with a cup of tea and scones once again drooling over the deck sorting the cards into the good, bad and ugly. Well - not quite - the sublime, subtle and ugly was more like it. Put 33 cards in the gorgeous pile and 15 in the ugly and the rest in the middle.
Seriously strange and spooky angels indeed and very gothic. We thinks they were very happy with the location of their 'earthly revelation' to a certain serpent.
The alternative culture vulture activity of the day was a graveyard tour but had been on that last year. It's always best to do different things for each festival. No point in touring the graveyard for the fourth time at the expense of peeking in these pretty churches for the first
After getting acquainted with the angels, it was time to listen to some music and see what other nibblies were on offer. A glass of wine with a hot dog was the princely sum of six silver sickles but since the serpent wasn't having any sausages but onions only, they made that only 4 and added that you could get extra glasses of bubbly for $2
In the end had 3 glasses and it was quite nice too.
By that time, it was sunset and soon time to go slinking back to the city and the bus.
It is so rare to visit a beautiful magical place and to know at the time that it will be a day remembered for the next 10 years or so if not even longer. So many happy times are only recognized as such in hindsight. Already the memories are up there in the serpent hall of fame along with Bridgetown and other sacred sites
It is sort of paradoxical that the more present you are in a particular place and time, the more vivid the memories remain of the place in the future.
There was more wonderful feasts for the senses on Sunday too but will save that for another post
Suffice to say that today was Do Nothing day. Sometimes you just need time to let all the mystery and magic turn into memories and to not overload the old grey cells