Two Years Later.....

Hard to believe, but it's been two years since I wrote. I can't believe how quick it's gone by (that's a cliché!), and how much has happened..
The real reason I haven't been blogging is because of Twitter. I do like the pure distilled essence of 140 characters. Micro-blogging. It suits the sense of immediacy I prefer..
We're in a funky but gorgeous Victorian in South Melbourne. Not much of a yard, but the size of the house (along with the high, high ceilings) more than makes up for it. Oh, and the fireplace, can I mention just how special that is. Especially with some logs of red gum crackling and hot, with the fart and sizzle of the sap burning. And we're surrounded by parks. That's great for the dogs. Krikka is starting to slow down a bit as she gets older - and I guess we all are too.
We're totally busy and stuff happening all the time. Kids are still sailing, plus Mara & Tia are playing tennis (really well) and Mara has been rowing for her school
We're definitely city folk. I mean Bowie was great, but the buzz of the city is what we all love and enjoy, The ability to hop onto the tram and get right into the city in 5 minutes is priceless, and all the cafés and restaurants and Chinatown and the theaters and movies and the Yarra river with the bicycle trails, and the beach right there - plus Albert Park (and the lake) only 400 meters away where the girls can sail, - - and this raving can go on and on. This is where we want to be - & just loving it.
Oh, and I've been wearing a hat. I would either get sun-burned on my bald head, or it would get too cold. Somehow a baseball cap just didn't do it. And besides, I like it. Raymond Chandler-ish. Mo seems to think it's OK. Mara started me off - a Christmas present of a very fine, pricey trilby - an Akubra 'Stingy Brim'. I've since gathered a collection of trilbies, fedoras and hamptons. My first hat is still special.
Just discovered that my iPad does not let me add images, so when I get on my notebook I'll post an image of me with a hat.
That's it for now. more later when the urge hits me. I guarantee it won't be 2 years!

An so on to our next spot.

So we're moving.
From Beaumaris which we've loved, but it's time to move on - right into the city.
I have to say we totally enjoyed being in Bowie. It's a fabulous spot, the big spaces, the easy pace, the beach and great friends.
We'll miss our house. This most incredible space has been home (and more) for several years, but we're not ready for the laid-back lifestyle (just yet). And we won't miss the commute several times a day. We will miss Malt the café, Rickets Point, The heath at Long Hollow, Banksia & Macdonald Reserve, the breathtaking beauty of bayside Beach Road, the proximity to the Concourse and a lot more.... - but the best thing is we can get here anytime in half an hour. And, we will be back regularly to visit.
We will be just where we've always wanted to be - in Albert Park. Close to the theaters, the shows, the museums, the galleries, the cafés, the easy transport, the jazz clubs, the foodie spots, the nightlife.... that buzz!
Our new address is: 275 Montague Street, Albert Park, Vic 3206. It's a Victorian, much smaller than where we are now, but the location makes up for it all. I mean we've got a park (St. Vincent Garden) just 100 metres away, and I also found a garage to rent for my Porsche (the family wheels will stay out on the road, but that's city living) - and transport by tram is a hop away. We're ready for it... See you there.

Backwards

In my next life I want to live backwards.
You start out dead and get that out of the way.

Then you wake up in an old people's home
feeling better every day.

You get kicked out for being too healthy,
go collect your pension, and then when you start work,
you get a gold watch and a party on your first day.

You work for 40 years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement.

You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous,
then you are ready for high school.

You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play.
You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born.

And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa-like conditions with central heating and room service on tap,larger quarters every day - and then Voila!
You finish off as an orgasm!

I rest my case.

.......Woody Allen

350.org

I'll be in Sydney on October 23rd for the 350° event. I'll be filming and working with Annamaria Talas on the acquisition and editing. It's a great reason to be. Tune in and DON'T drop out..... Maybe I'll get Mo & the girls to join, but we've also got Adrian & Rebekka Koch with their kids visiting. We'll squeeze it all in, somehow. Dharamshala Baptista springs to mind. (Translation: dharamshala is a dormitory, travellers abode and a rest-stop home for ~usually~ monks and devotees!)

Foot, feet, whatever....

'A second leg has been sighted in waters off the Mornington Peninsula following the discovery of a woman's leg on a Phillip Island beach'. - So goes the writeup on the local rag The Age. If it weren't so sick and twisted, I would laugh out loud. 'Feet take a walk' springs to mind. This grisly stuff makes me wonder where the rest of her is. I mean really! Dismemberment? Shark attack? Gangland hi jinks? I have to say limbs, appendages, digits and all that should absolutely stay together. Nuff said.....