The Lair of the Emerald Serpent

Izzie is one happy happy serpent. There’s been lots of crisp and crunchy sunny days with the gorgeous delicate kind of light that this time of year is known for. Time for feeling most alive indeed and for plotting, planning and planting. Especially delicious as it is the first evening of twelve toad free days. Could not indulge in the usual fourteen as the very precious annual leave is needed for November.


There’s been lots of interesting bookish events this week but learned a lesson from the first week of May. Two many evening activities stretches the attention of this ever so introverted serpent just a bit too thinly. With the “Book is Dead” debate tomorrow evening at the Fremantle public library (with nibblies and a glass or two of red) and the expectation of attendance at Petunia’s place on Friday evening, tonight’s ‘meet and greet’ three local authors at the state library - also with wine and nibblies would have been just too much excitement. Instead spent the afternoon slinking in the sun and carting wheelbarrows of piggie poo to the graveyard where the big macadamia tree now lies. Spent some of the evening sipping bubbly and half listening to Big Ideas and our favorite goblin spotter Satyajit Das gossiping about Greece and the end of Ponzi prosperity
Peak Oil prophet Nicole Foss must be now declaring “Told you so” with all this gloom and doom about Greece. She said back in February that the financial meltdown would start before the others beginning with Greece and all those bankers and insurance companies who would be caught with their pants down. All sorts of dodgy goblins would be offering hedges and assorted credit default swap ‘insurance’ but few would have the silver sickles on hand to back their bets. In no time all sorts of banks would be falling like dominoes.


Even creepy crawly Zuckerberg is alone and friendless. Not that he cares since he’s already taken the money and eloped to Sugar Candy Mountain on the honeymoon of the century.
There was another bookish event yesterday. A woman who had written about her experiences with her autistic son. Reaching One Thousand Also more wine and nibblies. How could one resist the temptation of a place called “Crow Books”? Had the best of intentions but got lured by the attractions of other more insistent birds.

Somehow suspecting it is going to be a long time before coming across any story as mind blowing and totally sick and twisted as the Hunger Games trilogy. Was still sitting outside around sunset glued to those infernal pages when it was long time to be pottering off to the bus stop in order to be at the Crow Books store for 7pm. There was a shadow of doubt about how complicated it would be to return to the Lair after 9pm using public transport. It would not even be an issue if it was possible to stay snoozing in the serpent sack for the next morning. In the end inertia won over adventure.

In the end, listened to Big Ideas which had a talk about business ethics. Most amusing in the light of recent events. Was supposed to spend an hour or so squiggling about the latest drama at the day job. But such an overdose of evilness in both the world of work and the world of words meant that the mushy Izzie brain was capable of only of snoozing it all off. Hit the hay at 8pm. Such a waste of a gorgeous evening.

It’s been a very birdy week. No crows, lots of mockingjays and today was two very tasty owls. More gory details on those later but one got the Izzie thinking about a certain sort of pink and fluffy gorgeousness
Came across a little snippet on an online forum and the evil inner serpent just could not resist the temptation. An innovative and profitable solution to the looming aged care crisis


"I saw so many residents just give up and slowly deteriorate and either stop talking, stop being conscious and just die. I have seen people lose their will to live and that's a tragedy in itself. I heard two women when they first came into the nursing home say to each other - Just our luck - it's a single story nursing home. We can't even jump off the roof and end this torture. It was the last time I heard them laugh they went downhill very quickly. Poor nutrition tends to do that to the elderly. Works out well for the nursing home too as a quick turn over is very lucrative for them. Helps them to meet their budget."



Ladies and Gentlemen…. Let the 74th Granny Games begin