Moon Madness
25/08/2010 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaStrange day in Izzieland. For the first time in ages, finally got to see a proper bad moon rising.
Last month was cloudy and Izzie was also so zonked. Snoozed right past 5pm instead of slinking off to the city but the clouds were gathering so it didn't matter in the end
Today was different. A gorgeous crisp and crunchy day. With a bit of effort, after returning to the Lair from the day job at the toxic waste dump, scrubbed the scales and slinked on the bus at 2.40pm.
First stop was feasting at Delizioso - a pizza lovers paradise - especially after 3pm when it's 2 slices for the price of 1
Caught up with the gossip in the papers there before snatching a bottle and slinking up to Parliament House on the hill and the very spooky old astronomy tower with the spirally serpent ornamentation.
This is one of Izzie's sacred sites and places of inspiration. Listening to the radio about all the drama concerning Andrew Wilkie, The Mad Katter and the other independents holding the balance of power just added to the drama. Must post about it all later.
Just before 6pm started slinking off to Kings Park which is the best spot in the city for moon watching. It overlooks the city to the east with very little obstruction on the horizon and used to be a regular lurking ground for sunrises until the the faceless goblins changed the bus routes and this very special sacred site no longer became the last stop of the local bus. With sunrises, there's just no time for messing around with change overs. Such a pity because it used to be such a highlight of the winter months
Was drooling over the spirally ferns unfolding and remembering many moons ago about first becoming enchanted with such beautiful forms. Visited these very places that same day and the experience has remained indelibly etched in the old green cells
Everything was all so relaxed and wonderful until the neurotic instinct arose of checking the bus departure times to see if a trip back to the main road would be required or not. In the good old days, the park bus would have dropped Izzie off at the end of the street and the last one left at 11.30pm. But those days were well and truly over.
Noticed that there'd been some serious rearrangement of the park roads since the last visit. Went looking for the bus stop but it was no longer at its usual spot. Nasty cheap goblins never thought to put up a sign where the old bus stop used to be to say where the new one could be found.If not for a bus arriving would never have found it at all.
Turns out that the last one leaves at 6.38pm. With the moonrise at 6.33 no way was Izzie going to bother. But the fifteen frantic minutes of trying to find the stupid thing ruined the mood of the evening and by then it was 6.30
Due to the hills on the horizon, that would add a few minutes or so but still it seriously ruined the mood. Instead of being all relaxed and comfortable munching on a moonshine picnic. was rushing around like a headless chook and ended up never even opening the precious bottle brought for the occasion.
Did get to see the first golden sliver on the horizon along with a handful of Chinese tourists but was still somewhat agitated.
Why does Izzie lately always manage to stuff up such long awaited occasions with these annoying neurotic fits?
Last Thursday got totally ruined by such a thing - also involving bloody bus BS.
Will be spending lots of September lurking in Kings Park due to the annual wildflower festival but it was nice to get a head start. Maybe it would have been better to have gotten the bus straight there - would have saved all that frantic searching and would have had time to linger in the botanical gardens. But the Izzie had the urge to linger around that old observatory near the parliament - was there on Monday 15th September 2008 the day that Malcom Turnbull challenged Brendan Nelsen for the leadership of the Liberal party and Lehmann Brothers collapsed and the financial crisis truly went global.
Many many moons ago was there with the ma protesting against local labour laws which got defeated but eventually resurrected as the infamous Workchoices
So many magical memories
Will be returning to the same place for the September full moon and this time a bit more informed about the bus schedules so no excuse for being such a neurotic and silly serpent
Last month was cloudy and Izzie was also so zonked. Snoozed right past 5pm instead of slinking off to the city but the clouds were gathering so it didn't matter in the end
Today was different. A gorgeous crisp and crunchy day. With a bit of effort, after returning to the Lair from the day job at the toxic waste dump, scrubbed the scales and slinked on the bus at 2.40pm.
First stop was feasting at Delizioso - a pizza lovers paradise - especially after 3pm when it's 2 slices for the price of 1
Caught up with the gossip in the papers there before snatching a bottle and slinking up to Parliament House on the hill and the very spooky old astronomy tower with the spirally serpent ornamentation.
This is one of Izzie's sacred sites and places of inspiration. Listening to the radio about all the drama concerning Andrew Wilkie, The Mad Katter and the other independents holding the balance of power just added to the drama. Must post about it all later.
Just before 6pm started slinking off to Kings Park which is the best spot in the city for moon watching. It overlooks the city to the east with very little obstruction on the horizon and used to be a regular lurking ground for sunrises until the the faceless goblins changed the bus routes and this very special sacred site no longer became the last stop of the local bus. With sunrises, there's just no time for messing around with change overs. Such a pity because it used to be such a highlight of the winter months
Was drooling over the spirally ferns unfolding and remembering many moons ago about first becoming enchanted with such beautiful forms. Visited these very places that same day and the experience has remained indelibly etched in the old green cells
Everything was all so relaxed and wonderful until the neurotic instinct arose of checking the bus departure times to see if a trip back to the main road would be required or not. In the good old days, the park bus would have dropped Izzie off at the end of the street and the last one left at 11.30pm. But those days were well and truly over.
Noticed that there'd been some serious rearrangement of the park roads since the last visit. Went looking for the bus stop but it was no longer at its usual spot. Nasty cheap goblins never thought to put up a sign where the old bus stop used to be to say where the new one could be found.If not for a bus arriving would never have found it at all.
Turns out that the last one leaves at 6.38pm. With the moonrise at 6.33 no way was Izzie going to bother. But the fifteen frantic minutes of trying to find the stupid thing ruined the mood of the evening and by then it was 6.30
Due to the hills on the horizon, that would add a few minutes or so but still it seriously ruined the mood. Instead of being all relaxed and comfortable munching on a moonshine picnic. was rushing around like a headless chook and ended up never even opening the precious bottle brought for the occasion.
Did get to see the first golden sliver on the horizon along with a handful of Chinese tourists but was still somewhat agitated.
Why does Izzie lately always manage to stuff up such long awaited occasions with these annoying neurotic fits?
Last Thursday got totally ruined by such a thing - also involving bloody bus BS.
Will be spending lots of September lurking in Kings Park due to the annual wildflower festival but it was nice to get a head start. Maybe it would have been better to have gotten the bus straight there - would have saved all that frantic searching and would have had time to linger in the botanical gardens. But the Izzie had the urge to linger around that old observatory near the parliament - was there on Monday 15th September 2008 the day that Malcom Turnbull challenged Brendan Nelsen for the leadership of the Liberal party and Lehmann Brothers collapsed and the financial crisis truly went global.
Many many moons ago was there with the ma protesting against local labour laws which got defeated but eventually resurrected as the infamous Workchoices
So many magical memories
Will be returning to the same place for the September full moon and this time a bit more informed about the bus schedules so no excuse for being such a neurotic and silly serpent
