Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Push pineapple, shake the tree

Mm.

I'm starting to feel like my time left in this wonder city is limited. Although I have over a month left here, I'm starting to see the transience in all that has become comfortable and familiar to me. People, Open mikes, Opportunites to catch up, Bicycle adventures; all no longer seem to be accessible through an infinite space. Instead now, they must be categorised, slotted in strategically so that I get everything done in due time.

There are big looming questions hanging over my gap experience. Due to start in August, the project coordinator is somewhat abanoning my pleas for help for a higher prioritised group leaving sooner. Nothing yet is organised for my placement- locations, dates, families, prep courses, and it all feels like it's sliding a little out of hand. My phone calls and emails are left unanswered for weeks and urgency is increasing. It will all happen, I just want to get stuff out of the way as soon as possible, to give me more time to rump around.

Tomorrow I'm going busking. I received my permit in the mail. I'm not sure how regulated the system is- plenty of people do it without a permit- except I thought I'd stick to my guns. Don't want any irksome fine to sabotage my day. No thanks.

I endeavour to have a nice and early wake up tomorrow and head to Piedemontes to get me some food. I have no breakfast material so it's quite a question of life and death. You'd be surprised at how innovative one can be when it comes to concocting breakfast, without actually having any food. I ate my crusts today, with some of Emma's Grandma's award-winning raspberry jam. That was good. But now I must seek out higher ground, with less-pov qualities.

Mum has told me that the Ginni-van has died. I hope to the heavens that this is lie. I can't imagine my life without her. And our fun times together had only just begun. Please, Ginni-van (T-rag to some) may you be reincarnated with a slightly less shonky running speed, giving you more reliability. We all love and miss you. Come back home.

Well it's midnight, so I best scadoo. I think I ought to read a little. I wish I could read faster. There are so many good things to read. Take care,
Until next time.
ggg

1 comment:

pocketpower said...

dearest sos

I know all about the breakfast situation! here, shops are completely 100% shut on Sundays. If you have not stocked up, you are feckuckt. I can't believe that about the ginni-van. Remember all our times spent together in it? You driving on the Hume? That time when the bottom came off and we drove almost all the way to Melbourne with it scraping on the ground? Ahhh...good luck with the busking, I can't wait to hear your stories of success or woe. XO