Topsy-turvy

I’ve just realized that it’s 4 months since.my 60th, 4 months since  my party, and 4 months since I last wrote in here. So much has radically changed …

I’ve had 5 trips to Joondalup Hospital, I’m on a permanent diet of pureed food, I can barely speak (the voice recognition software no longer recognizes me)’ I’m lucky if I can walk 2 lengths of the 5m parrallel bars at physio, and I rarely touch the piano.

60, disabled (what is “disabled” anyway?) … and partying on

Robert said I simply couldn’t have a big “0” birthday without a celebration. Heather and Mum were vehement in their agreement about it. I tried to deflect it into a book launch, but the copies of the assembled poems never came.  So a birthday party it was..

On the move?

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• Thanks to RR, I am prompted to write …something in here.There is too little time left to write something scandalous, or prophetic, or philosophically uplifting. you will have to beat a hasty path to Brian’s Bookshelf if you are inclined to such lengthy passages (and which I task my dear friend Victoria to edit and publish).

Of what shall I write then? I am alone (although still in love), abandoned (although loyaly propped up by my 93yo mother and my beleagured sister) and thought of fondly by  a myriad of friends.

I’m sill standing …

While it’s true that I spent an evening in Joondalup Hospital, I did .manage to enjoy Christmas with our 93yo mother who travelled from Busselton and my caring sister who visits most weekends. I had the garden arch installed with lights, special visitfrom our girl and her.other Dad, and distinguished guest, some of them from the Easterm states.

I’m mostly sick and sleepy these days, but hey, I’m still standing…

Brigadoon

Just like that fabled, lost Scottishtown, I have resurfaced! In the shape of a courtyard-garden.

Looks like I have a green-thumb, doesn’t it? Well, I don’t. All praise must go the way of my most caring, diligent and attractive sister, Heather. She has bought me beautiful flowers, and arranged them. All I have done is water them. (it gives me a moment of quiet contemplation in an otherwise frantic day during which I work on the table of contents for my poetry book, attend physio, meet with the OT/psychologist, respond to a few emails/texts, and rest).

Its a life filled with extraordinay detail, really!

6 months in …

2019 and 6 months in and still going (although so  has the voice,ostensibly)

I’m still working on the books, have occasional visits, trips to the hospital, books on wheeels organised…but the major project for now has been the video of the 2018 concert.

Aside from the endless reward that endless repetitions have brought, there’s beeen the various editions to acquire, files to stitch togethe (only to discover the one big file was too big), files to unstitch then compress and finally to restitch, and then a hosting servicee to find for the finished file … finally,all done, and here she is… the video.

ppAgain, my thanks gom to  all of yipou foor your attendnce, annd the biggest thanks to thhat  troup of performers who put on sucjph a marvellous show,

 

Brian

A new kind of publicity

Apparently it was World’s Parkinson’s Day yesterday, and my piano got featured!

https://mswa.org.au/brians-story

Butler? … subtler …. WHICH and WHAT?

WHICH song and from WHAT musical?

An act of cannibalism in which the couple serve pies based on the professional throats he has just slit and from which she willl bake pies, the lines go:

She: Tinker?

He: Something pinker.

She:  Sailor?

He: Something paler.

She: Butler?

He: Something subtler.

She: Pottter?

He: Something hotter?

She: (aggrieved by his superior rhyming- and his smugness) Locksmith?

(long pause – he has been bested)

returning

Back to Perth – yay 18th January. I’ve been in Treendale too long – perhaps its too close to  Collie

245 Butler Blvd, Butler (just south of Lancelin)

come for coffee (own kitchen & private courtyrard – yay – Robert can bring Maddy for a visit)  & community lounge with a cinema room!

bathroom

lounge

 

lounge

Love-letter to the theatre

My final piece of theatre and they pulled it off magnificently! Six crazy people, a gifted man at the piano and they pulled it together brilliantly.

You see, you take a small bunch of talented professionals (what I’d call ‘artists’), a formidable amateur soprano, a raconteur-par-excellence’ reading excerpts from a book I’d written about Mum (plus a few words of his own he’d strung together), a couple of surprises, a musical director who’s a guru … or a God, and a bent visionary. Put ”em together and what have you got…you throw in a couple of friends as an audience, add a little cordial and stir in a room full-to-overflowing with love, and it morphs into a revue of some kind ItI was  the very thing I wanted, The very thing,