Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Powering on

Today, I started with committing us to the Adelaide Festival (with Frank) by getting tickets to Brett Dean's opera 'Hamlet' which is coming in a Glyndebourne production. It is Glyndebourne without the black tie which suits me fine. Then I did our subscriptions to the Oz Opera: with three shows only. It was almost worth a new mortgage to get them but I was a bit pissed off that they were running Tosca, La Traviata and La Boheme yet again, though I ignored them. Not that they are bad operas but really, again, and again, and again, just dressed in different frocks. I then set down to work and still didn't do enough but got on well. I now have two very ill authors and one the same age as me, so speed is of the essence. P. made Filipino omelettes for lunch (very tasty but simple) and I'm making anchovy pasta for dinner.

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Lots of work but not enough

Yesterday (Monday), I managed to finish reading autobiography no. 3, and today I sent a short report off to the publisher about it. However, this morning, I got up early to do lots of work then remembered I had to go off to see Genie the nephrologist which I did with great despatch. It turned out I was okay, so I went home to finish off the report. But I am well behind. Last night, P. embellished his chicken curry with green pepper, beans and cauliflower, and it was delicious. We watched Bill Shorten on Q&A and were unimpressed even though he was quite effective. I still suspect that all it is, is that Bill is not smooth enough. We are still class-ridden as far as our politics is concerned. Tonight, P. and I went into the city and, for a change, had a meal at Noodle King, a Chengdu place in Swanston St. Sadly, though the meal was probably very authentic with lots of chilli, the chicken was tough and bony (probably authentic too). Not again. We then went to Musica Viva at the Recital Centre for the Takacs Quartet who performed works by Haydn, Vine and Dvorak. It was a very accomplished concert. We have also started arranging our subscriptions for next year, as the companies vie for our dollars. We might try to be a bit more restrained next year.

Sunday, August 20, 2017


This morning, I got up early and got the paper for the crossword, now done. There was a hitch with an error which the crossword makers made (quelle surprise). Now a couple of hours for some work then off to lunch which was chez Bryony and Philip's. Not only was the 'lunch' delicious but the company was superb and the meal lasted until well after 5pm. Reluctantly, we went home for soup (all we could manage) and the teev.

Saturday, August 19, 2017


This morning, the papers were delivered across the road outside Maria's shop, so got wet, even though covered in plastic. This has been happening for weeks now. I've complained again. If it happens again next week I'll visit the distribution centre in Collingwood. As I keep saying to them, 'It's hardly rocket science to get the correct papers to the right house,' especially as that is their job. Then P. and I went into town to hear the curator of furniture and frames at the NGV give a talk on their reframing program. I know it sounds dull, but it was fascinating. Now they have labels on things that they have reframed (see Dutch 17th century paintings). The process is fascinating and very technical, but the layperson's version was quite rivetting (to coin a phrase not inappropriate for some frames). We then had lunch at the tearoom (both of us had crotchless sandwiches) then went to view the works in question in the gallery. Home again for a nap. P. made a delicious chicken curry for dinner, then we watched cop shows endlessly (or so it seemed). I enjoyed all of them except the fatuous Father Brown.

Friday, August 18, 2017

A very varied day

Today, I had to go off to the Club (the Royal Melbourne Hospital) to get some anti-rejection drugs which I can only get there and to have a blood test before my renal appointment next week with Genie. It was a very efficient visit for once with Natalie the Vampire giving good, painless service and the pharmacy doing a relatively fast turnaround for once (possibly because I got there so early). Home again before P. went off to his film course at U3A and I settled down to work. In the arvo, we went of to South Melbourne, but a glitch in the trams near the casino meant we had to catch a cab for the last bit to Clarendon Street. Then, we had a good meal (again) at Salon de Sushi before going to the Town Hall for an ANAM concert. The centrepiece was Greta Bradman doing Strauss' Four Last Songs but there were also works by Schoenberg and Weill which were very impressive as well as excerpts from operas by Korngold and Strauss. It was a wonderful concert.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Fab film

Yesterday, (Wednesday) I ploughed on with lots more work on autobiographies 2 & 3. In the early evening, we met my sister and her daughter at Yoyogi for a quick meal then went up to the Nova. We ran across numerous rellos in the bar where we were having a drink. My cousin Robyn had organised a special screening of 'Defiant Lives', a doco about disabled peoples' struggles for recognition and power. It was both inspiring and depressing at once. The filmmaker. Sarah Barton, took eight years to make the film, set across Australia, the U.S. and the U.K. with many outstanding speakers. We then went home for more baby cheeses. This morning, there was no time for work as we picked up Franz the Corolla and did the shopping. Home for leftover fritatta for lunch. Tonight, it will be oysters and fish soup from the shopping.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

More work

Yesterday (Tuesday), I got the translated story off to the translator, the 'report' on the family memoir and got on with autobiography number 2. I'll plough on with that today. Meanwhile, I've started to look at a report on autobiography number 3, which is also very good. I am really blessed to have such good would-be books on my desk at present. I just wish there weren't quite so many of them at once. However, in a few days the air should be relatively clear. Last night, I made rosemary and onion fritatta which we ate half of, followed by baby cheeses. P. had bought two nice ones, on his journey to Noel's, from the Richmond Larder.