We found the little 1980s Ewok in the cupboard in our storeroom, last time Little Aussie was here. He looks a bit stunned - as you would after all that time in a dark hole.
My brain feels much the same: I've had a bit of Blog Fog lately, but more on that later.
Took Aussie to GoMA.
He is embracing Contemporary Art, especially this gigantic interactive installation:
|Asim Waqif: 'All we leave behind are the memories' 2015.|
Waqif's site-specific commission, composed of recycled remains of discarded Brisbane buildings, bridges, and wharves, refers to the well-known local demolition company, Deen Bros. They were associated with the destruction of many historical buildings in Brisbane, including the much-loved and lamented Belle Vue Hotel and Cloudland ballroom.
There are touch points around the base of the piece, which activate the sounds of the wrecker's equipment - perfect for little boys.
He had such fun dancing on the noisy sections.
Naturally we went to the Children's Art Centre where he made a monster..
and indulged in some colouring.
Refusing to turn the vegetables into 'something different', he insisted on using correct colours for his carrots and bananas.
Wonder from where he got his pedantic traits?
Aussie is big on the Solar System; loved his new place-mat purchased on the recent Great Road Trip to Sydney...
and, as usual, he did a spot of re-decorating around the house.
Someone asked to see the fabric stash from Sydney:
The georgette on the left is a border print, destined to become a flowing caftan....hopefully...
Voile, denim, linen, pink silk lining, mocha knit. Plus a couple of stripe knits.
There is a plan in mind for each piece.
Most of these pieces were well under $10, and the 2.5 metres of white linen, the most expensive at $20. I am endorsing outlet shopping now.
The winds of change are sweeping into my life.
Dear old Dad has deteriorated markedly in the last couple of weeks.
It was a great shock on the return from our holiday.
The happy drive to the mountains for a coffee and sandwich, just after Christmas, has become but a happy memory now. It is unlikely that we will be doing that again.
Last week we were able to take him out for a drive, but he mostly slept and did not speak. We needed assistance to get him in and out of the car.
It might be days, weeks, or months, but the tide is running out...
My brain is tired, as I attempt to process everything that is happening...
almost daily reports of falls, ways of managing his care, and other details.
I find myself wondering how it will feel to be an orphan.
I am not young myself, and I am Dad's firstborn child.
He has always been there.
I thought of finding a song I associate with him:
'Jeannie with the Light Brown Hair' was his favourite song as a young man.
John McCormack sings, in 1934.