Anyone else out there who’s fed up with junk mail? We all get it, don’t we? Advertisements for stuff we don’t want, can’t afford and don’t have time for.
Around here, we seem to have three days when the mail boxes are stuffed to the gun’ls. And, usually, I bin these ads for pizza, A-mart sales, K-Mart sales, Target sales, Woolworths specials, liquor store specials, and whateverelse, ad nauseum. Don’t even bother to bring them indoors.
But the other day the junk trash was muddled up with the genuine mail so I put them all on the table. And went off and did something constructive.
The Man sorted the mail that day. “Um…what is this?” he asked , handing me a leaflet and looking a bit puzzled.
Well, wouldn’t you be puzzled?
C’mon, guys! I have two words for you: whisker burns.
In between trying (with limited success, it must be said) to tidy the most overgrown and ratty bits of what we laughingly call a garden…I have found time to scoot around and look at a couple of exhibitions.
First, one at the Botanic Gardens. All prints, this one, and very well displayed. Here’s a slightly less fuzzy picture of mine.
And “Precious Life.” A lino cut by my friend.
Another lino cut by another friend.
Lunch on the deck, overlooking the lagoon, to celebrate a birthday. And then some of us decided to drive up the Valley for a sneak peek at another show.
No point taking 4 cars so we went in mine, after I’d put the seats up and brushed the palm trash off!
Prints, paintings, hand made books, woven items, decorative and practical and some nifty fascinators made by a 12 year old lad. Yes, really.
So, drinks and nibbles, a harpist, lovely art and lots of laughter.
Not a bad way to pass a rainy Sunday.