Well I am back into another lot of school holidays and thankfully no deadlines this time. The result of the last holidays was this.
I picked up my copies last week and was quite chuffed to see myself included in this list of people.
Watch and enjoy – and realise this could happen here too
As you may know, a week ago there was a large and destructive earthquake in Christchurch. Many have written about it and I echo Lysergia’s (and others) sentiment that it’s not about me, and her roundup is excellent.
The shock of it all came on the tail end of a very angsty week for me and it suddenly put my small troubles into perspective. And so, as part of small changes I am trying to make towards larger moves, I hope to be blogging here more often.
During the ‘counting my blessing process’, I was thinking a lot about comfort and shelter and in my daily housework I came across this label on a blanket.
I live in Mosgiel – formerly known for its woollen mills. Milton is a 20 minute drive south from here. I think my mother gave me this blanket when we moved to Otago last year and we sure have needed it. The wartime label indicates that it could be 70 years old but it’s in almost perfect nick. To me, it epitomises comfort and for some reason, permanence within an impermanent world.
About two years ago I asked “I wonder if we’d see this happening these days?”
This week “Jeffrey Harris: 5 large Paintings from 1980-81” closed at the Brett McDowell Gallery, Dunedin. I enquired and even though Harris’s studio is quite close to the gallery, Brett assured me there was a truck involved in moving the artworks.
Which was almost disappointing.