Crust Pizza I didn’t mean to end up eating take-away pizza tonight, especially on such a warm night, but somehow it happened.
Grant and I were supposed to go to see the recently-released film “Angel”, at a film night organised by the Swedish Church in Sydney.
We were both looking forward to it, even though we had both read some awful reviews on the internet. The film-maker, Colin Nutley, has made some really great films. But this one, released last year, wasn’t rated so highly by the amateur critics on IMDB.
Nonetheless, we headed off this evening with every intention of seeing the film.
I’m anxiously awaiting the re-commencement of Swedish classes, and Grant is resuming Swedish studies for the first time in a number of years. For both of us, we were hoping it was a way to re-enter our language studies in a non-threatening manner. And besides, we had read somewhere the regular film nights featured films with English sub-titles also.
And that’s where it all came unstuck. As we arrived at the cafe tonight, we both understood enough Swedish to realise what “ingen engelsk texting” meant. “Without English subtitles” was a major impediment for both of us. As much as we both love and speak a little Swedish, it’s not enough so that we could watch a film without occasionally glancing downwards to follow the action.
In the end, we decided to meet Graeme for a couple of beers at a nearby pub.
And that’s how I somehow ended up ordering one of those very tasty Crust Pizzas.
Turned down one drinks invite, missed the other. Grrrr.
It’s not often I turn down a drinks invitation. And it’s not often I miss a drinks invitation, but I did both tonight.
Normally on a Wednesday night, I’d head off to the pub with John, Graeme and miscellaneous others (depending on who is around that week) for a bite to eat, a chat, and a beer or two.
The pub we go to is a fairly sleepy suburban pub where there’s usually only a handful of customers on a Wednesday night, and usually only one barman working.
But tonight, I didn’t feel like going to the pub. I NEEDED another night at home listening to nothing, as I did last night.
At the moment at work I find I’m talking and listening a lot. I’m doing a fair bit of training as part of my job. And you know what it’s like… after a while you get sick of the sound of your own voice… and you feel like you just need to shut up?
Well, that’s how I felt tonight. I just wanted/needed a quiet night at home without the television, without the radio. I’ve been listening to a fair bit of music, though, and watching/downloading some clips from Youtube, especially those from Kristina The Musical.
It’s such a great musical about a group of Swedish immigrants who move to America in the 19th century at about the time of the gold rushes. And as I watched Peter Jöback sing “Guldet blev till sand” (the gold turned into sand), where he has to tell the lead character about the death of her brother, a little tear rolled down my cheek…
Don’t worry… this clip comes with Swedish subtitles.
So even though I didn’t get to see my mates tonight, I’m happy with the evening as a moment of peace and quiet which I kinda feel I need at the moment.
In rather disturbing news, however, I missed a further drinks invitation from a bloke via Twitter who I met earlier today, and who will be at the same conference I’m at in Copenhagen in a few weeks time.
But perhaps it’s best that I missed a drinks invitation that says “come and play”…. ? :) :) It would have been fun, though…
It’s been another simple day. I got up, watched some television. I made a DVD for a friend. Met her, gave it to her. Went for a walk to the post office. Came back, watched some more television. Chatted online. That’s my day.
You know how when you meet someone and they introduce themselves, but within five minutes you’ve completely forgotten their name? That’s how it was with one of the blokes on the International Food Tour of Perth which I undertook today. Thankfully, I knew he was the father of Justin, our tour guide. We shared a few interesting stories throughout the day, including memories of condensed milk. He also told me a little of the background to these tours which are reasonably new in Perth.
The idea came from a visit to New York last year, and a tour called “Food On Foot”. He spoke with a real passion about the tour; it must have had a real impact. He and his family have been passionate about food and wine, and his son Justin had spent about half his life working in hospitality. And so when Justin returned to Australia after living overseas for a while, it seemed like a logical connection between his working life and his interests. On top of that, Perth has probably been crying out for something like this.
It’s a decade since I lived in Perth, and to be honest, I don’t have great memories of a particularly strong food culture here. Sure, there’s Margaret River and other places like that. But I always remembered Perth as a bit of a surf and turf kind of town. Memorably from a couple of years ago, Perth was also a town I began to associate with overpriced meals and particularly overpriced coffee.
But Perth seems to have changed a little bit in the last couple of years. You can see it instantly as you walk through the city: the town is far less Anglo and far more culturally diverse than it was ten years ago, even two years ago. This is reflected in many more interesting places to eat, and, thanks to legislative change, a far greater small bar culture. So in some ways, it sounds like Justin and his aunt (who co-owns the business) have tapped into the wave of change.
Noodle HouseCorica Pastries, Perth
Today’s tour covered a range of food establishments around Perth, ranging from the older established businesses (an old Greek supermarket) to more modern ones (enjoying Banh Mi and Vietnamese coffee, and a toasted sandwich at a laneway hipster bar). The tour was well-paced. Justin (the guy in the cap with a beard) was a really good tour guide, displaying both knowledge and passion. Highly recommended.
You know how some things only capture your interest when you see someone else looking at them?
I can’t keep track of the number of times I’ve walked past the sign for the Lyle Roberts Senior Memorial Bush Food Garden, down by the river bank at Lismore.
There’s another sign explaining a little about who Lyle Roberts Senior was, an Indigenous elder, who I’ve mentoned previously. But until today, I’ve never stopped to read the sign which explains the Bush Food Garden in greater detail.
And it’s only because today I saw someone else stopping to read it, and to look more closely at some of the plants that I decided to do the same myself.
Lyle Roberts Senior Memorial Bush Food Garden
In the midst of getting some exercise, it was awesome to stop, to read, to look around and to observe the kind of things you don’t often see when you’re running around with headphones on. You might think youre “in nature” when you’re doing that, but you’re not really unless you stop, to think and observe.
One of the other things I noticed today was that the winter covers had been removed from the Lismore Baths. It was a warm day here, and a swim would have been lovely. But it’s still closed, of course.
And I noticed this very cute display in a music store shop window. Also closed.
“A lot of people in the homes we’ve visited just stand and stare into space”, one of the volunteers working on the flood recovery in Lismore told me today.
I had just apologised to her for finding it difficult to respond to a very simple request. I can’t remember exactly what it was, but to illustrate, I found it difficult yesterday to put on rubber gloves. I struggled for a couple of minutes to find the thumb hole.
Today, I’ve seen two other family members go through this also. My job today quickly became one of assigning them simple tasks which didn’t require much thought. “I need you to wash these plates”, I said to one family member. “I need you to sweep this floor”, I said to another.
It’s the one part of cleaning up that I didn’t consider. I was expecting tears, as we moved into cleaning our family home, not an inability to think clearly. But that’s what has been happening today.
Today was the first day that Jack, who has lived in the house since 1969 came down to assess the damage. “It’s as bad as I expected, and then 100% worse”, he told me today.
Jack is my brother-in-law, “But really you and Pat (my sister) are like mum dad”, I told them today with a tear. Later this afternoon, we sat around and shared many moments of laughter, as we reminisced about family stories. It was a welcome end to the day.
Today I also visited some near-neighbours, checking in on their welfare. I also visited the former home of Nancy who died last year. “My sister lived here until last June”, I told Cathy who lives there now. She told me she had bought the house after that, and after significant renovation, had only recently moved into the house., “That’s my home on the lawn”, she told me, adding, “I can never go through this again”.
The flood waters reached the gutters of a number of houses on Union Street, South Lismore. All of their household items now sit outside on the street, awaiting assessment about what can be saved, and what will go to the garbage dump.
She welcomed me into her home to see the renovations and introduced me to the builder.
Only minutes after arriving in our house today, there was a group of six volunteer workers from the Gold Coast knocking on the door. There were four women who did an awesome job of cleaning mud-covered household goods and photographs, and there were two huge blokes (a carpenter and a plumber). They achieved all of what we wanted to achieve in the day in just an hour or two.
Later we were joined by a group of Michelle’s colleagues, a bunch of nurses from Lismore Base Hospital. They have been awesome in their hard work and care. One, in particular, has been wonderful recognising the emotional stress we’ve all been under. Another of her colleagues will be delivering dinner. We are so incredibly lucky, and fortunate to have been helped through this. And when Jack scratched himself, there was no shortage of nurses on hand who could treat the wound. But Jack, being Jack, he treated himself!
Colleagues who help
Michelle and I were interviewed for ABC Radio.
Dom: We continue to focus on Lismore here with our colleague James O’Brien, who is Lismore born and raised and coming to terms with what’s happened to his hometown over the past week or two where he still has a whole lot of family. James. Good morning.
James: Hey there, Dom Yeah, I’m at my sister’s house at the moment in Elliott Road, South Lismore. And there is a pile of rubbish. We’ve just thrown out the window onto the street. And I can see what’s happening on the rest of the street. The people next door would have similar size actually, these might be bigger, down another house. They’ve got rubbish out the front. And I can’t the reason I can see up the street is that our front windows were broken. So we’ve got lots of air conditioning we’re joking about here this morning.
Dom: Yes, I’m sure I’ve got a photo of where you are now. And really, it’s almost indistinguishable, the scene outside the front of your family home there. From when you gut to the house. It’s basically you haven’t got the house, aren’t you? That’s what’s going on?
James: Yeah, absolutely. So we’re in the front bedroom now. And I spent last year I have the last year living with my sister and brother in law in this house. And so this is my bedroom from last year. My great-nephew, Sam is living has been living in his bedroom over the last few months. And he was amazing in helping his nan and pop, my sister and brother in law survive. We’re in the bed in the front bedroom now of a two-story house. And the water as you can imagine got up to the top of the windows. So that’s about three feet taller than I am. And about four feet taller than my niece is standing here next to me. She grew up in his house. So to mom and dad’s house, and her son was amazing. Can I kind of hand it over to Michelle, we want to Yes. Here you go. Here’s Michelle.
Dom: Michelle, thanks for joining us. Great to have you with us. Talk us through the past couple of days. How on earth have you gotten through this?
Michelle: Oh, I’ve got no idea. I think you just switched into autopilot and you just do what has to be done. I think want to go over the shock of that. You know, like if I didn’t, except if my son wasn’t here with my parents, they would have drowned in their home.
Dom: And sadly, that’s been the case for some in your community. There have been deaths. But it just seems as though no one really anticipated something on this scale. This is an area that knows flood the Northern Rivers, you know that the rivers rise, everyone knows that but not like this not before and your community just got swamped, didn’t it?.
Michelle: That’s right. I mean, I remember the 1974 flood it’s there were a few steps from coming in. And that was a massive one. And then, you know, there’s been ones over the years when I’ve been in high school and then 1988 And you know, you know, it just went underneath the house and we were you know, just trapped in the house. You know, you can still live you still drive. We still got our electricity. But this was just and then 2017 Just just about wiped out loose more. And this mall was barely had barely recovered since 2017, and then this one come along to just about pretty much wiped us out completely. But everyone just thought, Oh, well, you know, we survived 2017. So it’s not going to be as bad as that. So you know, we rebuilt once we’ll rebuild again. But then it was just terrible. When my son rang me early in the morning he said Mum was coming in to nan and pops house. And I was just in shock. I was like, Okay, well, I need I said I need you to be strong. And I needed to look at the look afternoon and I just had the ad caught stay awake and worry. Yeah. And then just kept in constant, you know, half alley phone calls. And as I’m sure that the story for everybody else. And you know, that was quite affected.
Dom: I was talking to my colleague Chris Bath earlier in the show has just come back from spending the weekend in the northern rivers, she said that there were two hardshell flood boats in Lismore at the start of this and it just goes to show that even with the experience that has been had in the planning of this thing, this just went far beyond what anyone expected. How are you feeling about the future and about rebuilding? We’ve I’ve got a photo in front of me of just your house with everything ripped out of it. What are you planning to do from here? Or is it just too early to make plans?
Michelle: It’s far too early to make plans. I’m not even sure if the house is gonna be safe to move back into like the floorboards are bowing and you can see in part so you can see through to underneath the house and you think it moves, you know, you walk through it and it moves and it’s like, Well, shit, I’m not even sure if you know it’s safe for us to be in here ripping up carpet throwing things out, but
Dom: and this is a town of 20,000 people, many of whom would be in the same boat. It’s just the devastation is unimaginable. Our hearts are with you, Michelle.. I really hope you can find a way through this and work out what to do next. Because, yeah, if I were in your shoes, I wouldn’t know.
Michelle: Yeah, can I thank the volunteers. There are so many people that have just come in, even friends of my teenage son have just turned up and just came in and got their hands dirty. But work colleagues that are dropping in for a couple of hours at a time help out. There are random strangers pulling up across the road with washing machines to the service station, there are people pulling up in their cars out the front singing out food and water, food and water and we just run out and get some food, you know, and, and then they drive to the next house and hand out food and water. It’s like, the generosity has been overwhelming. We’re very, very grateful.
Dom: Well, I’ll tell you what, but for the tinnies Michelle, what we’ve seen the tinny army going around and helping people and as we heard from some experts before, it’s quite hard to do. Flood rescue is there special training for that, that people do in the evacuation centre that was used for, you know, Olympic kayaking and so on, but people have had to do it for themselves. And that’s what happened in your family. People have had to rescue other family members and the community has pulled together but it’s a pity you had to
Michelle: Yeah, my poor mum, I mean, you know, she’s got a bit of a back end on her and I pushed it through an 18-inch window in the kitchen, you know, into a boat and the dock in under the power lines and you have a look outside how high the power lines are, you know, they were 20 foot off the ground.
Dom: Yeah, I mean, we’ve all seen the phone with the fast-food joint where the waters were as high as that as the sign. You know. I’ve been to Lismore a few times over the years and the notion of the amount of water that was there. The mind absolutely boggles Michelle. Look, really appreciate your time, all the best to your community. And thank you for sharing your story with us. Thank you. Yeah, that’s Michelle there, the nice of our colleague, James O’Brien, who’s on the ground and Lismore trying to make sense of what happens next.
Fifty-three is such a “meh” birthday, and yet it was actually quite as good one, with a few highlights.
Yesterday, I woke early and went out in search of an early morning “adventure”. I left the house before 6.00am, and wandered in the direction of Kings Cross. I figured an early morning breakfast in The Cross might be a great way to start the day. I caught the train the The Cross, only to discover virtually none of the cafes were open before 7.00.
On spec, I caught the 311 bus, and got off in Darlinghurst where I had breakfast at The Rusty Rabbit.
I chose the muesli (with kiwi fruit, passionfruit and other delights) which was awesome. You know how sometimes you have a meal and go “wow”? Well, that’s what happened. The muesli was a tasty combination, and was well presented. What surprised me most at the cafe was the number of parents having breakfast with their private school daughters. Heaps of them. For all of the reasons canvassed previously in popular culture, I laughed out loud when I heard a twelve year old order smashed avocado.
I was also surprised at the number of people at work who acknowledged my birthday, since I’m not “friends” with that many people at work on Facebook. We have Twitter connections, but I’ve largely kept my Facebook connections to friends and family. Quite a few people at work acknowledged my birthday, and I was presented with a personal chocolate cake, which was awesome.
With my birthday prominent in mind, I took an “early mark” from work, and came home. The “swot” in me saw me continue to deal with some work matters into the early evening, ahead of going to my local pub, and winning a meat tray. Awesome birthday!!!
Crown Hotel Meat Tray
After a good sleep in, I ventured to a book signing by Rachel Khoo. The celebrity chef has moved to Sweden (she married a Swede) and has written a book about well-known (and not-so) Swedish recipes. It’s a really good book, venturing well beyond (though acknowledging) meatballs and cinnamon buns.
Rachel Khoo
Little Swedish Kitchen
I’m catching up with a friend for lunch and a movie tomorrow.
And so there you have it: how I celebrated my birthday.
My other big early morning adventure this week was a trip to Circular Quay.
Foggy Morning at Circular Quay
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I’ve become a bit too much of a frequenter at Double Bay’s Crust Pizza since I discovered it a few months ago.
I’ve become a bit too much of a frequenter at Double Bay’s Crust Pizza since I discovered it a few months ago.