Aunty Liz

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Alway, always, always in our minds, and forever in our  hearts. Let Maddy wash you clean with her pink tongue ; let Gina, and Snoopy dance at the reunion.

I arrived at Margaret Doody House on the Monday; on the Tuesday we visited her in Hospice,.  We were lucky to  see our beloved friend ., Apparently, she had called for the priest  the night before to administer the last rites. And still she lived to see us – how grateful were we.

Aunty Liz was our Willetton neighbor who would meet us in the dog park with her daschund Gina, and who would walk home togeher with us with to her unit in Dornan Pl with us – 2 minutes away by foot. She looked after Madeleine for us, which was more than enought; in return we looked   after daschund Gina who would bury her long snout into my cupped hands and withdraw it on my command “Tunnel”.

Because of her – “Accounts receivable” at Hutch -we thoroughly enjoyed a brief but enjoyable association with the Carribean Society – a competitive but charming car rally which we didnt win but beat ‘de yung tings’, laughed merrilly through the annual pantomime at Don Russell Theatre for the Performing Arts (Liz was on  props), and we learned a lot about our neighbourhood too (she was well known, and well liked)

I shall miss her a lot… the fish and chips, the dogs,the 2 minute IMG_0528100_0114, the Lily Tomlin impressions (which always made Robert grimace), the Lemon Lime and Bitters,

 

  • Maddy loved her Aunty – we all did, and she shall be missed sorely. Rest now.

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With thanks to Bronte (Margaret Dooody) for sharing, we were hunched over with laughter – in the komfee chair!.
Once again this year I’ve had requests for my Vodka Christmas Cake recipe, so here goes. Made mine this morning!

1 cup sugar, 1 tsp baking powder, 1 cup water, 1 tsp salt, 1 cup brown sugar, lemon juice, 4 large eggs, nuts, 1…bottle Vodka, 2 cups dried fruit.

Sample a cup of Vodka to check quality. Take a large bowl, check the Vodka again to be sure it is of the highest quality, then repeat. Turn on the electric mixer. Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add 1 teaspoon of sugar. Beat again.

At this point, it is best to make sure the Vodka is still okay. Try another cup just in case. Turn off the mixer thingy. Break 2 eggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit.

Pick the fruit up off the floor, wash it and put it in the bowl a piece at a time trying to count it. Mix on the turner. If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaters, just pry it loose with a drewscriver.

Sample the Vodka to test for tonsisticity. Next, sift 2 cups of salt, or something. Check the Vodka. Now sh!t the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one table. Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink. Whatever you can find.

Greash the oven. Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over. Don’t forget to beat off the turner. Finally, throw the bowl through the window. Finish the Vodka and wipe the counter with the cat.

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Annoying health update

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THEY SEEK HIM HERE, THEY SEEK HIM THERE …

So, you thought I had vanished entirely …. 3 months without so much as a by-your-leave …. read on….
So, here I sit in deepest, darkest Australind, sheltered,safe,. secure … and pitiful. I have books to read that Heather (my sister) dribbles down to me here but it is Australind after all. And Collie is just the other side of the hill and is our birth-place. Deja vu.
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Wisteria glory recalled

I once made a hand-held movie of the wistaria tunnel at Sheldrake Way. It was a time when the tunnel was full in bloom, before the bees droned in in their dozens to gather pollen, before Madeleine (the wonder dog) had a chance to develop an allergy to them, and at a time when Robert and I still ruled the world with parties and celebrations, and before unwellness, displacement, and dependence became my new norms a time when my nimble fingers skipped eagerly upon keys and made the piano (and the computer ) dance with delight upon my approaching. Continue reading

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Pasta with potato … is this some kind of delerium?

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A further three weeks in a hospital …. the Fremantle Hospital, to be precise, .. and still the Ladies Auxillary maintains that  indeed pasta can be served with potato. And that dried basil added to a tin of tomato soup makes it minestrone – it doesn’t. It barely makes it edible yet alone another food stuff. Continue reading

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the moving camera

 

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https://vimeo.com/album/5264946

We had no video camera in our childhood home, the consequence of which is that footage of me doesnt start to appear until I am 23 –  with the productoin of The Boyfriend (followed closely by Cabaret).

What little footage of my time exists, I have begun to amasss on vimeo an album dedicated to a retrospective, the gathering of which includes:

  • me with that gorgeous choir Close Harmony  – 2 videos, 1 in action in Dunsborough at a Songfest, and 1 as a sampler
  • me reciting 2 poems 0–  Jennxxit to farewell Jenny from work. aand 1 about the wickedness of exercise for we Parkinsons sufferers
  • the glory of the wisaaria tunnel at Sheldrake Lodge in Willetton (thank you designer Neil Hansen and planter Bryan Aitken and gifter of half the plants,my beloved Anthnony – Madeleine makes a guest appearanccew midway through)
  • me executing the vicious musical satire of Tom Lehrer in “A Christmas Carol” inside the Riverton Library in 2015 (thanks to videography by Amy)
  • me in action in Fremantle in “Adventures of a poet” in which I declaimed various lengthy poems in character interrrupted by Close Harmony who sang under my (tremulous) baton
  • lastlly. No Stone Unturned, about our research travels to the USA  in 2016 to investigate the Papers of author of musicals Peter Stone  – this last movie, an assemblage of moving image taken on my ipod mini, has no subtititles or acxcompanying narrative  and might be incomprehensibke to all saave Robert and I. But it is entertaining – whatch out for the visit to the Hamptons midway through, the residence of widoq Mary – Robert loved it, and endeared himsaelf to the locals

That link again,

https://vimeo.com/album/5264946

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Poetry in motion

Here’s a link to my Vimeo album, and this is me reciting a poem about….my illness…. seeems as if everyone has a theory about a cure for Parkinson’s. This is titled “Exercise-mania” 


<p><a href=”https://vimeo.com/277965450″>Excercise-mania</a&gt; from <a href=”https://vimeo.com/user59641415″>Brian Dawson</a> on <a href=”https://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

 

 

 

 

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Singing for choir

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On a recent visit from M elbourne, Prof Jane (Davidson) nonchalantly asked me if I’d published anythiing about my conditiion. I’d forgotten that I had written these  for the magaszine of my good friend LIne at an earlier time and not posted to the Internet  (until now)

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One more health check

 

Health check #5

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Well, I have accepted the fact of the mattter. Not without tears of bitter recrimination first, And a shuddering night terror. But I have left home for the last time; and I strongly suspect I will not return.

I have been taken to a respite centre in City Beach , with the unlikely name of Margaret Doody House . They take good care of me  – we’re not far from the City Beach shopping Centre with its good lineup of coffee shops, and the floors here are sprung which makes falling all the more tolerable. I have already taken a massive spill backwards, landing on the base of my skull which compares favourably to my spill yesterday when I shuffled forward uncontrollably and tried to headbutt my way through the glass-pane window at Heather’s only to be refused permission to breakthrough. .And I am reminded of the dream. And the words ”disorder, not disease; and, institution”. This is far more serious than I expected, and I will not be making a recovery soon  – it is progressive. Heather has been magnificent in her care for me, going above and beyond expectation with the feeding and cleaning and clothing; but I have today given permission to Kim, my LocaLArea Coordinator. to work with Betty from Royal Perth Hospital to find me a placement in an assisted living facility . I have afeeling that I have left home for the last time, and I will not return. Quite possibly I will never again see my Mum or my dearest, beloved 13 year old puppy. My face is a clenched fist of tears and grief! Continue reading

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Health check #4

I am released!!

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Like Magwich, a convict, an escapee on the long bogs of rural England, I have burst forth from Fremantle Prison …. I mean, Fremantle Hospital after 4 long weeks of recumbency and tests and observations. Continue reading

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