Tonight was a real treat. I saw the email about the World AIDS Day Gala a few days ago and, heading to Melbourne for the week, asked Colin to organise the tickets. In particular, I was excited to see performances coming up from Tim Draxl, Hayden Tee and Genevieve Lemon, all of whom I’m followed over the last few years in a non-stalkerish kind of way.
The evening started off with Paul Capsis who delivered a stunning performance of “Saturday Night’s Alright For Fighting”? Did I mention it was a tribute to the work of Elton John. We couldn’t understand a word he said, due to some fluctuation in the sound in the earlier part of the show, but Paul Capsis just delivers, doesn’t he?
Virginia Gay delivered a terrific performance as Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz. And IOTA came on in a pseudo-Hedwig character, performing “I Guess That’s Why They Call It The Blues”. Tim Draxl was, without doubt, the evening’s standout performer. His interpretation of “I’m Still Standing” as a 1950s swing number was well and truly his own, and was delivered with style and panache. Shauna Jensen, Hayden Tee and (surprisingly) Rob Mills were also terrific. Millsy was a bit of a surprise after his lukewarm performance in Wicked a few weeks back. But he sang tonight with strength and passion.
The only song I was kinda disappointed with was Elton’s Song. It’s such a beautiful song, and possibly Elton’s first song about homosexuality, and one I remember strongly from own adolescence, as it was released when I was about 15 or 16.
The performance was great, the vocalist was wonderful, but I found the dance routine associated with it distracting, not enhancing. I’m not sure we really needed guys in red briefs to illustrate the song, as so much of the emotion comes from the lyric. But that’s just me, I guess.
We had EXCELLENT seats, located in the third row just to the right of the stage, and so had a wonderful experience.
There was a moment a few days ago when a couple of older family members took an afternoon nap, and I was awfully tempted to join them. But I had work to do.
I think my family has been slightly bemused by me working from home this week. While they’ve all mostly had fairly manual jobs, by their reckoning, I spend my life listening to the radio, having phone and video conferences, and writing and sending emails. They’ve been surprised by the length of my day, and by the fact I can simultaneously have conversations with them, AND do my job.
While many people take a break at this time of the year, it’s one of my busiest. I still try to come home every year, and for the most part, will work from the local office during the day, and see my family at night. But this year around, after almost a year of working from home, it’s been great to be able to use the VPN, and spend a little more time with my family.
Aside from showing signs of ageing, they all seem well. I’m no longer the younger family member; I’m more around the middle these days. The older family members are relying on me more, and the younger ones are looking up to me for advice.
There was a funny moment the other day when a younger family member had the sudden realisation of where I fitted into the family. He’d previously only known me as “Uncle Jim”, without really understanding my place in the family. He also seemed surprised to discover that I’d travelled around most of the country and much of the world. “You’re a bit more interesting than I’d thought”, was the look that appeared to cross his face.
Earlier in my life, I couldn’t wait to get back to Sydney after coming home for Christmas. You know what it’s like when you’re young and you think NYE is the most exciting night of the year? . But now, I’m looking more towards a retirement life in Lismore, and I’m enjoying hanging out with my family.
One of the lovely highlights of each year is sitting around with my family, going through some old photographs, and digitising them. Every year, it seems there’s a new collection of photographs emerging from a biscuit tin, envelope or such.
Back in the good old days of mud pies!My first day of school. “If you wore pants that high these days, the other kids would bash you up”, my nephew told me.Wearing a home-made ABBA t-shirt in early 1979, by my estimate.
It’s also been lovely to catch up with extended family and some old school friends. There was one I’d hoped to catch up with, but didn’t hold much hope, as his partner has recently developed a spinal injury, and they’re spending a lot of time in care and rehabilitation. But we caught up for a glass of wine, which was lovely. I ran into another old school friend at Office Works. I also visited one of my aunties. She’s now 92 years old and still living at home, with strong support from her children. She’s still physically very healthy, but showing some signs of ageing. Though her memories remain fairly strong, she’s not very good with names. “What’s your name, again?”, she asked me several times. Once we had established that, we were able to continue chatting.
I’ve been to the shopping centre a few times, but haven’t seen anyone I know. The same at the Worker’s Club and at the Civic Hotel. Twelve months ago, The Civic was celebrating “Tropical Fruits”. Things were a little more downplayed this year. And downmarket!
“The shopping centre looks better than this time last year”, I told my friend Paul over a glass of wine. Nearly four years ago the town was devastated by a major flood, and many shops shut down permanently. Paul says things still haven’t fully recovered, but there didn’t seem to be as many closed shops as the last time when I was home, which was half way through this year.
Flood marker at the Stockpot Kitchen in the centre of Lismore
As I’ve wandered around town, I’ve kept looking at things and remembering how they were different when I was growing up here. Such and such shop was there, the phone boxes were there, that’s where the tennis courts were. That kind of thing.
Although the newspaper predicts a warm weekend – relatively speaking – it was a cold day today. It was a day to stay indoors reading, listening to music, and occasionally look out the window.
If I was 22 years old I would have spent the day working on a small volume of melancholic poetry about lost love and regret. But as I’m 44 and now realise there’s little value in regret, I read one of Stockholm’s freebie newspapers and bought a copy of the gossip magazine, Se & Hör instead.
The big question they’re asking this week is when Prince Carl Philip will get married. Both his sisters, including the Crown Princess (the next queen) are getting married this year, so of course the magazine is keen to know when he will follow.
The magazine also reveals that DJ Kleerup (I love his work) recently tested positive for cocaine; that Alcazar star Tess Merkel’s life isn’t all glamour, “that children are the whole world for her”; and, that according to my horoscope I need to have peace and quiet around me to recover.
Which, of course is absolutely true. And I guess that’s what these days in Saltsjöbaden are all about.
Oh baby it is cold today
Land, water, ice
Makes me wonder how Sweden has produced so many great tennis players
Love the colours
Time for a dive
Withered autumn leaves
LIbrary, pool room and bar in the Grand Hotel at Saltsjobaden
Inside a copy of Nordiska Familjebok which I think is the local Encyclopedia Brittanica
Books on the library shelf
The news from Sweden today – predicting a warm weekend
A type of cola especially for easter
Swedish meatballs
Swedish equivalent to vegemite. Not really, but still salty and tasty.
The Grand Hotel
What I read today
So today I’ve read for a while, I’ve gone for a couple of walks, visited the supermarket, and accompanied by a fine musical soundtrack – which included a lot of the Swedish jazz band, Bo Kaspers Orkester as well as my new favourite Salem Al Fakir – I’ve had a really lovely day absorbing myself in Swedish culture.
After the glorious weather of the last few days, I’ve arrived back in Sydney to a thunderstorm. I like thunderstorms, by the way.
I went in to the Lismore office for work today and got a remarkable amount done. I guess that’s always the way when you’re out of your regular workspace.
Mid afternoon, I headed home and then we made our way to Ballina Airport for the flight home. We actually arrived at the airport about forty-five minutes earlier than expected as the traffic was unexpectedly good.
The Big Prawn at Ballina
With a bit of time to spare, we did a bit of sight-seeing. After years of neglect, it was great to see the Big Prawn has been given a lick of paint. It was also a lovely day at the beach which was nearly deserted, possibly due to strong winds.
Here are some photographs taken during 45 minutes in Ballina.
Pat and Nancy at BallinaBallina, NSW, AustraliaBallina, NSW, Australia
It’s Tuesday night and I’ve just been for a walk down the street to the supermarket. I bought some tomatoes, some cucumbers, some bananas, some apples, some nectarines, some canned tuna, and some soda water.. total $12.85… oh and a bottle of wine.
It probably says a lot about me that an episode of “The Simpsons” comes instantly to mind. Am I a real life Comic Book man, someone bordering on being a Star Trek or Monty Python-style nerd who can relate many of life’s incidents back to a television series? Yeh, I know, get over it, just tell the story. It’s the episode where After a disastrous party at the Princes’, Edna Krabappel and Seymour Skinner find true love at last: with each other. But when Bart finds out, he becomes embroiled in their attempts to keep their clandestine affair secret. In reflecting upon her life, Edna observes “I don’t entertain much. Usually it’s just soup for one, salad for one, wine for three.” Time for a glass of wine…
Actually, until I went to the supermarket, I’d forgotten it was Valentine’s Day. Gosh it’s busy for a Tuesday night, I thought, and all the restaurants seem booked out. And with all those red balloons, there must be a birthday party at Yai. And there’s a group of young people looking for somewhere for dinner in an already crowded Crown Street… “What’s that place there…? The Post Office? Yeh, it’s a Post Office.” And then of course it dawned on me, it’s Valentine’s Day.
And here was I heading off to buy some groceries.
Still it’s not been a Valentine’s Day without incident: my niece sent me a text message tonight. I also had a couple of phone calls at work where colleagues wished me a Happy Valentine’s Day.
And I had that terrific text message exchange with a friend earlier today…
FRIEND: Happy valentines, you big skank!
JAMES: You’re the big skank!
FRIEND: You have a point there.
Followed by “Can you Google the address of gay bars in Cairns for me?”.
So upon reflection, yes, it has been been a Valentine’s Day without incident.
CUE: Music
“My Funny Valentine”
Writer(s): Rodgers/Hart
My funny Valentine
Sweet comic Valentine
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable
Unphotographable
Yet you’re my favourite work of art
Is your figure less than Greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?
But don’t change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little Valentine stay
Each day is Valentine’s day
Is your figure less than Greek
Is your mouth a little weak
When you open it to speak
Are you smart?
But don’t you change one hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little Valentine stay
Each day is Valentine’s day
Staycation (Day 3) started early. I woke at 4.30, and thought “I don’t feel like going back to sleep”, so I hopped on a bus to Circular Quay, to enjoy the sunrise, and to take some lovely photographs.
Viewing the Sydney Harbour Bridge before sunrise at the Sydney Opera House
In the kind of pattern you follow when you mow grass, there were three or four men with metal detectors on Coogee Beach this morning, methodically making their way up and down the sand. Along with a couple of early morning walkers, a few English backpackers still out from the night before, some council workers, and a young couple getting far more intimate than I thought was polite in the open air, the metal detector men were in charge of Coogee Beach at about six o’clock this morning. How do I know this? Well, I was there too.
The sky was beautiful when I woke early this morning. It was about 5.25 or so, and with uncharacteristic enthusiasm for the day, I decided to hop on the first available bus and head down to the beach. Reminded of the last time I’d been on the beach at dawn – the morning after a friend’s wedding on the Gold Coast – I thought the day presented me with the ideal opportunity to take in that ocean air and generally marvel at the wonder of nature.
After a few minutes sitting on the beach I walked towards the water. It was then I noticed an older man doing laps in the unofficial ocean pool. As the waves crashed around him, he looked up at me, and with a totally exhausted look on his face, acknowledged me in the kind of way that says, “what are you doing here?”. Making my way over towards the nearby rocks, I found myself a nice spot to watch the ocean. And despite the nearby woman with her child, and the backpackers sitting on the rock ledge above me, I felt some brief inner peace for just a moment.
And there’s nothing like a bit of nature to do that for you. Even though I’m not really a “beach person” (my skin is too pale and, since the light to too bright to read, I get bored sitting doing nothing), it was great to have a brief moment where I could re-connect with nature. As a “boy from the bush”, I need a bit of nature every so often, and I guess this early morning desire to visit the beach may have come from that inner desire to re-connect with some essential aspects of my soul. Spiritually revitalised, I headed back up the road, picked up the paper (nothing much to read), and had coffee and toast overlooking the beach.
One Comment