On the last day of spring there’s still so much promise.
Month: November 2016
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58 years of marriage … congratulations Mum and Dad!
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They open when the sun is on them, and close when it isn’t. I know how they feel!
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Sunshine for the soul …
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Crossing the road on the way home this afternoon … shot from the hip.
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The tram pulled up in the city and before the doors opened I heard a beautiful voice. The workmen sitting on the steps appreciated the beautiful voice as well.
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I spot her as we walk through Myer on our way to Melbourne Central, and quickly say to Tim, “I’m going to follow her”.
But I couldn’t, not without offering to help carry her (very) heavy bag. She talked to me of her son, who had died recently, a (very) heavy burden for her to bear, and of her stroke which had caused her to forget things. We walked a few steps, stopped to talk, and walked on.
She used to work in Myer, many years ago – her first job after arriving in Australia from Malta in 1958. Her father had a Humber and would park out the front of Myer, go to the markets and then pick her up when she finished work at lunchtime.
I heard many stories, always returning to the death of her son four years before at the age of 39. She showed me photos, of him as an adult and as a child. She laughed fondly, before her eyes filled again with sadness.
I asked if I could take her photo, and she took my hand to signify her version of yeah sure.
This is Josette.
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The Myer Christmas windows, such an institution in Melbourne, were unveiled last week. They attract a huge amount of attention, and even more the closer it gets to Christmas.
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There he sat, near the library, in the sun. I walked past, saw him, walked back.
Repeat.
Oh, why not?
Yeah sure, he said, with a brilliant smile that reached his eyes.
This is Sharo – yes, just like my name but without the ‘n’. We laughed at that.
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Lindsay was entertaining … himself mostly, although the man behind him was getting into it … his bag mostly … but he had been dancing moments earlier.
Well, bopping really, but no less entertaining.
Musings from the cold 