Where I went. This is the “top oval” with Ainslie Primary as a backdrop. This is all dear to me.
Funny how I remember my class room, where also we watched the moon landing, plenty of rough and tumble sports such as British Bulldog and Forcings Back, and where the tuck shop was, sometimes called the canteen.
After the hospital, cold winds and a light splash of pink and purple.
If it weren’t for the Canberra rain these last days, in the overwhelming context of NSW floods, I may not have stayed so long un the one spot.
This is the one place I receive care and happiness, so I develop a deep bond for the people, extending into excerpts of meaning such as the dry patch showing where I parked.
Managed to photograph some colours today.
Lots of walking – 4 hours of it – in drizzle, sprinkle, rain and sunshine. Second day without a shower or any idea of what to do other than stay put and wait out the weather, so walked for sanity and circulation. Enjoyed it, very much.
From Garran shops to Phillip shops, and a cemetery in between.
This I guess is the expected cold wet put-off. It’s okay in the van until the seal is breached: the need to go outside. Toilet, sanity, food.
Overcast, no batteries are charging. 4 watts maximum, all day yesterday.
But it hasn’t put me off. Stuck in a house can send me nuts; stuck in that pretend place I had was, I think (now at least), worse. This has the air of adventure about it, which may not be long sustainable, but mostly I am not at the mercy of extremely ignorant individuals. I have control and my decisions don’t have to involve them.
Overall the relief comes from the horrors that thousands are experiencing further morth.
In comparison this is a dream run.
Agenda today: stay calm, minimise wetness in the van, aim for a shower, decide according to the weather later in the day as to what the heck I’m going to do.