Cultural life
Lu is doing well. Cooing and chatting, sleeping more during the day and still at night. We have afternoon naps together (which I am REALLY going to miss). He looks cute in recycled clothes. He is learning to roll, and is more interactive when I read to him. Today I had another random chat with a strolling mother along Halifax street; starting to learn where I will bump into likeminded friendly/interesting mothers.
Also browsed festival options. Like the look of Life in Movement, Here I am and the New Pollutants live soundtrack for Metropolis, at the Adelaide Film Festival. Visibility (photographic exhibition of Aboriginal and refugee residents) and Spirit Festival at the fringe. There are also art exhibitions at the Port in the Diamond Gallery and Better World Arts, walking tours to enquire of and the eco market. Busy times. Garden of unearthly delights has free concerts in early evening and Rymill Park is in walking distance. Nice.
Across the road the park is finalising preparations for the car race. This doesn't really interest me; though I do find it amusing that the most feeble 80s nostalgic music acts, that I blogged about last month, are headlining. When I walk through the park, I look around at the scaffolding, parts of the construction do interest me. It's a great park, with so many uses and the landscaping is looking good. Today I walked through to visit the library, (though not the Box Factory after my disastrous attempt to make it to two different/cancelled meditation classes; realised that swimming can be my meditative event for summer and to reattempt in autumn). They were celebrating valentines day by having a lucky dip event, books wrapped in brown paper that you chose by cateogory (non fiction/fiction; story/crime/classic). Amusingly, my 2 lucky dip choices were both books I'd already read: Catcher in the Rye and the Mark Haddon book about the Curious Incident in the night. Librarian tried to insist that I electronically check them out first, before unwrapping them (so as to extend the surprise), perhaps forgetting that the computer screen alerts you to the name and title of what you are checking out. Librarian was one of those people, who at least today, didn't really like clients or how they behave differently from how she would like them to behave. She also wore cheap jewellery, which is a look I snobbily dislike.
Also browsed festival options. Like the look of Life in Movement, Here I am and the New Pollutants live soundtrack for Metropolis, at the Adelaide Film Festival. Visibility (photographic exhibition of Aboriginal and refugee residents) and Spirit Festival at the fringe. There are also art exhibitions at the Port in the Diamond Gallery and Better World Arts, walking tours to enquire of and the eco market. Busy times. Garden of unearthly delights has free concerts in early evening and Rymill Park is in walking distance. Nice.
Across the road the park is finalising preparations for the car race. This doesn't really interest me; though I do find it amusing that the most feeble 80s nostalgic music acts, that I blogged about last month, are headlining. When I walk through the park, I look around at the scaffolding, parts of the construction do interest me. It's a great park, with so many uses and the landscaping is looking good. Today I walked through to visit the library, (though not the Box Factory after my disastrous attempt to make it to two different/cancelled meditation classes; realised that swimming can be my meditative event for summer and to reattempt in autumn). They were celebrating valentines day by having a lucky dip event, books wrapped in brown paper that you chose by cateogory (non fiction/fiction; story/crime/classic). Amusingly, my 2 lucky dip choices were both books I'd already read: Catcher in the Rye and the Mark Haddon book about the Curious Incident in the night. Librarian tried to insist that I electronically check them out first, before unwrapping them (so as to extend the surprise), perhaps forgetting that the computer screen alerts you to the name and title of what you are checking out. Librarian was one of those people, who at least today, didn't really like clients or how they behave differently from how she would like them to behave. She also wore cheap jewellery, which is a look I snobbily dislike.
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