Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Smells like home

We have an old phone booth on display at the museum where I work, and inside it smells...well...like Telegraph.  Stale.  Sweaty.  And more than a bit like old pot.  So every once in awhile, when no one's around, I open up the door, close my eyes, inhale deeply, and think of home.


*Side note, I'm not the only one who thinks this, apparently.  When I was getting the official tour around the museum, the curator mentioned that some people thought the booth smelled like pot, but she wasn't sure.  I am, and it does.

Australia Day

I'm still no good at posting things as they happen.

Australia Day was January 26.  It celebrates (if I remember correctly) the arrival of what Australians call the First Fleet, the ships containing the first settlers over in Sydney Harbor.  Roughly equivalent to if the US celebrated the pilgrim's landing at Plymouth.  Which actually seems to me to be a better idea for a public holiday than celebrating Columbus Day.

Anyway, just as Sydney is known for their New Year's celebrations, Perth is (at least they think this) is known for it's Australia Day celebrations/fireworks.  Hundreds of thousands of people go to King's Park, the Esplanade at the edge of the city center, or the shores of South Perth to see fireworks shoot off from barges in Swan River.  (For a bit of geography orientation...imagine a wide V-shape.  The Esplanade is one of the interior sides, and King's Park the other.  Then there's a peninsulas that juts into this V which is South Perth.  Swan River is in between the two.  So there's a lot of places from which to see the fireworks.)  Some fireworks also shot off the tops of buildings downtown, coordinated with what was going on in the river.

People get all decked out for the day, wearing all sorts of flag accessories, clothing, tattoos...  And a lot of drinking and barbeques happen.  Dan and I went to King's Park for most of the day, with a co-worker of mine (Eleanor) and a friend of hers.  We had a picnic, watched the air show that took place until it got dark, and then enjoyed the fireworks.  A local radio station coordinates with the show, so everyone brings their radios and listens to the music that goes with the fireworks.  My favorite was Louis Armstrong's "What a Wonderful World", with it's trees of green, clouds of white, red roses too...all the colors were timed perfectly with the fireworks going on, and then at the "I. Love. You." line, the fireworks were red hearts.  It was impressive.

Dan and I donned Australia gear for the day, mostly loaned to us by Eleanor.



Eleanor and Dan
 


I have Australian Flag temp tatoos, and my cowboy hat (because
I'm American, don'cha know) that Eleanor brought me has
Aussie flags around the crown.
  Definitely a good time.

Ants

I am sick of ants.

So far they've been coming in through the kitchen wall, the kitchen window, and the sliding glass door in the living room.  They come in waves.  We kill off/deter one wave, and a couple days later they're back.  I have a bit of comfort in that apparently this is a thing here; ants in summer all over WA are looking for water, so they decided to try indoors.  Ug.  Every morning there's a search for new trails.  Soapy water to eliminate scent trails is used multiple times per day.  Traps are everywhere.  Dishes are being done at least twice as often, and I think the floor has been mopped 3 times in the last week.

Summer needs to be over.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Update - Shawl

I received some very pretty yarn from my parents in my birthday care package back in September.  It took awhile to figure out what to do with it.  I crochet in spurts.  And I find it really hard to have anything to do with wool if it's even a little warm out.  So after I found a shawl pattern sometime late November, I decided that I would take the yarn back home and see if I could work on my project there.

It worked!  I was able to finish it while I was home, and had the highly amusing time of watching Dan's parent's cats see (and go crazy over) yarn for possibly the first time.



I'm really pleased with it; and love that if I stretch it out it looks like bat wings.  I don't usually wear shawls, but I'm open to the possibility of starting, and if I ever start reinacting in the winter, I think this will come in handy.