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Strange Days
14/04/2020 11:40 pmIt has been a very strange Easter indeed.
Normally I would spend Good Friday in the city visiting the Wesley Church’s annual Stations of the Cross where 14 artists have been given the commission to do one each.
This was one of the most memorable from many years ago
They are an interesting change to the usual Catholic version of this stuff which is big on suffering and sadomasochism. All for the glory of God of course.
This would be followed by a visit to the east of the city. The site of a historical graveyard and also a gorgeous organic permaculture city farm.
I nearly always find a new book to start on this day with a spooky or spiritual theme.
James Herbert’s very creepy ‘Sepulchre” and “Dark Portent”, Dan Brown’s “Da Vinci Code” (of course) or Stephen King’s “Dead Zone” or “Carrie” come to mind
In the old days I used to work weekends in the mad house. Afternoons from 3 to 9pm and 7 to 1pm on Mondays. So that was the rest of Easter taken care of. But since leaving, I took advantage of the opportunity to visit the amazing Street Arts Festival in Fremantle which was a long weekend of buskers and street performers from all over the world
It was sort of surreal visiting their website last night. You get a sense of how far in advance such events are planned because the program had already been printed and was online before it got pulled due to a certain virus. So I downloaded the program for posterity and nostalgically thought about the wickedly wonderful Lizard Man who turned up last year. I went to see lots of his shows and was more than happy to toss a tenner or two into the hat and to get some creepy green postcards as a quid pro quo
Next week would have been the Perth Heritage weekend where a bunch of amazing old buildings are open to the public. This used to be in October but they moved it last year to avoid the heat and to also coincide with the National Trust Heritage Festival which I think is nationwide. Fremantle has recently jumped on this bandwagon and piggy backed off the National Trust in order to save printing and advertising costs for their own festival
The University of Notre Dame is always a cornerstone of these events and this serpent is a regular attendee. Last year the keynote speaker was Peter Greste. He was the journalist arrested and imprisoned in Egypt for more than a year
This is then followed by the Garden Festival which is a wonderful opportunity to meet fellow green freaks and stock up on all sorts of weeds. Since I do not have a car, I usually take advantage of the fact that many of the native nurseries in unreachable places are all there and I can just pig out on the most amazing weeds at the best time of year for planting
But now all of this is gone. Gone gone gone
So instead I spent the Easter weekend lurking in the Lair. Due to the nasty 37 degree days, there was not much I could do in the garden until the evening so there was a lot of snoozing going on
Monday was a mild and gorgeous sunny day so I took the opportunity to repot some basil, to plant lots of coriander and to get a very late start on the Autumn Equinox instalment of the 3.1.5 black book where I list my grand plans for the next 3 months, 12 months and 5 years
I also finally finished decluttering the dining room table and got a start on the Fridge Blitz
It makes an astonishing difference to have so many clean, clear and uncluttered surfaces in the Lair. The trick is to keep them that way
I have done more tidying and decluttering in the last 2 weeks than in the last 12 months
So it is an ill wind that blows no good.
Normally I would spend Good Friday in the city visiting the Wesley Church’s annual Stations of the Cross where 14 artists have been given the commission to do one each.
This was one of the most memorable from many years ago
They are an interesting change to the usual Catholic version of this stuff which is big on suffering and sadomasochism. All for the glory of God of course.
This would be followed by a visit to the east of the city. The site of a historical graveyard and also a gorgeous organic permaculture city farm.
I nearly always find a new book to start on this day with a spooky or spiritual theme.
James Herbert’s very creepy ‘Sepulchre” and “Dark Portent”, Dan Brown’s “Da Vinci Code” (of course) or Stephen King’s “Dead Zone” or “Carrie” come to mind
In the old days I used to work weekends in the mad house. Afternoons from 3 to 9pm and 7 to 1pm on Mondays. So that was the rest of Easter taken care of. But since leaving, I took advantage of the opportunity to visit the amazing Street Arts Festival in Fremantle which was a long weekend of buskers and street performers from all over the world
It was sort of surreal visiting their website last night. You get a sense of how far in advance such events are planned because the program had already been printed and was online before it got pulled due to a certain virus. So I downloaded the program for posterity and nostalgically thought about the wickedly wonderful Lizard Man who turned up last year. I went to see lots of his shows and was more than happy to toss a tenner or two into the hat and to get some creepy green postcards as a quid pro quo
Next week would have been the Perth Heritage weekend where a bunch of amazing old buildings are open to the public. This used to be in October but they moved it last year to avoid the heat and to also coincide with the National Trust Heritage Festival which I think is nationwide. Fremantle has recently jumped on this bandwagon and piggy backed off the National Trust in order to save printing and advertising costs for their own festival
The University of Notre Dame is always a cornerstone of these events and this serpent is a regular attendee. Last year the keynote speaker was Peter Greste. He was the journalist arrested and imprisoned in Egypt for more than a year
This is then followed by the Garden Festival which is a wonderful opportunity to meet fellow green freaks and stock up on all sorts of weeds. Since I do not have a car, I usually take advantage of the fact that many of the native nurseries in unreachable places are all there and I can just pig out on the most amazing weeds at the best time of year for planting
But now all of this is gone. Gone gone gone
So instead I spent the Easter weekend lurking in the Lair. Due to the nasty 37 degree days, there was not much I could do in the garden until the evening so there was a lot of snoozing going on
Monday was a mild and gorgeous sunny day so I took the opportunity to repot some basil, to plant lots of coriander and to get a very late start on the Autumn Equinox instalment of the 3.1.5 black book where I list my grand plans for the next 3 months, 12 months and 5 years
I also finally finished decluttering the dining room table and got a start on the Fridge Blitz
It makes an astonishing difference to have so many clean, clear and uncluttered surfaces in the Lair. The trick is to keep them that way
I have done more tidying and decluttering in the last 2 weeks than in the last 12 months
So it is an ill wind that blows no good.
