November 10th - Tuesday was warm and sunny. I went over to the Croquet Club but they were still finishing up the competition games, pushing the time I could play into the warmest part of the afternoon. Give it a miss, I decided. Went out to the feed store and bought some wheat.
Conditions comfortable at the weekly pub quiz. I had a haloumi salad before the quiz kicked off. Ten tables of people playing. Five of us in the team tonight, and we had most subjects covered. Got a good score in both our bonus rounds, and got 9/10 in Geography which is rare lately. We scored 88 in the end, not bad but we came in third. The winners, making only their second appearance at this venue, scored a startling 99 points!
November 11th
32C is pretty h0t for Tasmania -- that is about 90 degrees in the old money. I didn't have to go out today. so I didn't. I stayed in my bedroom for most of the afternoon, one of the coolest rooms in the house. (The cat spent most of his time on the table outside the back door, but at least he wasn't in the direct sun. He's beginning to learn.)
I spent most of the afternoon fixing problems with my old laptop. It turned out the reason I could no longer transfer pictures from my iPhone to my PC was that I had turned off iTunes. Who knew? I also updated two of the programmes I use for downloading stuff from the net. Thanks to Media Human, Ashampoo and Free Video Downloader.
November 12th
Not so hot, cloudy and windy most of the day.
Had a telephone consult with my diabetes specialist. He quizzed me about how I was going and I tapdanced around the answers. I have to see him face-to-face in February, so I had better get my act together by then.
Once again I missed out on going to the Bocce Club after the goatherds arrived at lunch time and spent the afternoon tending to the goats and tossing out some garden clutter. Next week we may move the fencing so they can move on to the third quadrant of the back yard. Bleating is much less disturbing than roosters crowing.
[zeaxanthin lutein - check on where I can find these.]
November 13th
Someone gave me a copy of a big thick book 1001 MOVIES YOU MUST SEE BEFORE YOU DIE. When I have a spare couple of days I should go through it and see which ones I have seen.
A lot of people would be surprised at how many famous films I have never seen. Not just obscure art-house cult classics, but movies that are part of the century's popular culture. Often people have looked askance, saying "You've never seen the movie --- ------??" Maybe I should make a list of the movies I haven't seen.
Today I planned to either do some work at home or go to the annual Friday The Thirteenth day at the Croquet Club. You won't be surprised I ended up doing neither, just had lunch at home while listening to The World Today on ABC radio. I'd just finished my second cup of coffee when Keith phoned and said he was going to the Salvation Army store, did I want to meet up. I duly gathered up a handful of shopping bags and toddled off, like Watson responding to a telegram from Sherlock Holmes.
When I got to the Salvo's, Keith was delving into a trolley of donated DVDs, checking the disc was in the box and arranging the boxes in neat piles. The staff looked on indulgently, watching him do half their work for them. We stayed till closing time, Keith running a keen eye over his selections to see whether he really needed them or just wanted - a problem many of us have.
My results: Books 1, DVD 7.
November 14th
Saturdays can be a bit exhausting for me nowadays. Up at the usual time to feed the animals and let the cat out. After breakfast drove round to pick up Keith and we spent most of the afternoon in South Hobart going to op shops. After lunch we were walking back to the car when we stopped to look in the window of a craft shop. Keith was taken with a small status of a sleeping Quoll and announced his intention of buying it. He turned to me, adding "This is all your fault, of course." I replied mildly that all I had done was agree with his comment about the workmanship involved in creating it.
After finally getting Keith back to his place, returned home where the cat gave his opinion of me going out and leaving him alone for seven hours. He settled down after I fed him, whereupon I served up my own dinner and watched VICTORIA on television. Books 10, CD 3, DVD 12.
November 15th
Sunday morning it seemed cooler when I set off for church. Later it clouded over and began to drizzle by the time I came home. At church, which is approaching the maximum numbers allowed during the pandemic, all went smoothly. The organist played all our favorite hymns and David Jones returned to the pulpit to give an illuminating sermon based on the book of Isaiah.
If Julie and Gene had been sharing my pew. it would have been just like the old days.
After two cups of coffee I felt ready to face the Apocalypse. Or at least the "Plastic Apocalypso", the new exhibition from Liz Barsham.
I went up the stairs to the Betty Nolan gallery and lost myself in the wonders of art for a while. I hadn't been able to get here last week for the opening, but I noticed several pieces already had the red "sold" sticker. Apparently the painting "Underground Music" [pictured] was so popular they could have sold it four times over.
November 16th
Thunder at breakfast time warned that Monday might be an unsettled day. Fed the goats between showers this morning -- they didn't seem worried. The goose seemed to have retreated deeper into the shrubbery where we cut a path yesterday, so maybe he's older and wiser.
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