It’s been a week of late suppers Chez Dinahmow as The Man rehearsed, with 3 other Mustangs, for the Arts Festival opening night show.
With a final dress rehearsal at 3.30pm, I whistled the cats in early (“Early? It was in the just-after-lunch-time,woman! What are you playing at?” ) and we headed down to the showground. Well, The Man let me out at a friend’s house and she and I discussed art and important stuff. Only a 5 minutes walk away, we strolled down at 6pm.
There was some sort of hitch at the ticket box and it was late starting, so these two…um, lollipops?? wandered through the crowd, dispensing…the promotional flyers from last week . I think the kiddies were hoping for sweets!
The BIG draw cards were the Bobcat Ballet and some gizmo called a pyrophone. For some reason*, the drive-by of hot-rods,vintage cars and Harley Davidsons had whittled to four Mustangs. Here’s ours!
The bobcats and excavators had it over the pyrophone thing. In spades.
By the time the excavators rocked the crowd with their sexy slow-dancing, my bloody card was full! (note to self: buy a bigger card!)
Sexy? Excavators? Oohhh, yeah! Forget that cheesy, frenetic Cliff Richard number . Play “Do You Wanna Dance?” with the tempo ‘way down and give those two the spotlight.
So far, I’ve not found any footage up there in etherland, but youtube does have this
These men performed several dances, but their hit was a fire-making demonstration. Not so much the friction-sticks, but the way the fellow tossed his bundle of smoking grass in the air, danced around, caught the grass, blew on it and tossed it again, showering sparks, dancing…
And then, like the sparklers, it was all over. Just churned-up ground, rubbish all over the place and a light drizzle beginning.
Driving out, we passed the bobcats, parked in a row along the fence. “Can I pat them?” I asked.
* Apathy? I don’t know, but in a small town one or two no-shows can bring down the whole pack of cards.
I’ll leave you with what will probably be the last photo of my Acacia podalyriifolia . It’s been threatened with removal several times, but always granted a reprieve because I love it so much.
But this time…it has to go. Rather like the broken-winded old nag that can no longer stand straight. It will be a kindness to the tree to take it out. The trunk’s full of borer and it’s at an alarmingly low angle since Cyclone Ului twisted it.