One  really aught subscribe to Artgaze . The number one magazine for the artists of Townsville. You never know who  you might see showing her wares!  As well the programme for the seasons showings and workshops. Don't miss it!
http://artgaze.com.au/

Timmy Spunk Rat! Got his Open Licence yesterday.
 Our first group ride up the highway to Balgal Beach.
A wee bit hot but we did enjoy regardless.
The plans for a really big ride  are in the pipeline brewing. 
Stay tuned to see what bike he ends up with!

Aquapella World Music Choir: CD launch 2010 song compilation

Aquapella World Choir

 2010 CD launch at

Sacred Heart Cathedral

Aquapella World Music Choir: 'Naduri' (Georgian working song)

My experience of joining a choir, sparked by a workshop I did with Tony Backhouse,  has been a journey of fun and pure excitement. Finding yourself in front of an audience shamelessly brazen and ready to perform is definitely a place I would never have thought  I'd find myself. But here I am with my fellow choristers. I'll be heading off to Woodford after Christmas for the week long folk festival...another first for me. I think I am going to make a habit of 'first's'. They are fun!

An excellent year!

www.woodfordfolkfestival.com/
WOODFORD FOLK FESTIVAL

Go check this site out. I'm going to this year for real!

On the deck with champagne and the easel!

Tim has taken up painting! The deck  outside our bedroom has become the  artists den. It looks and feels very homely and comfortable. Tubes of paint, brushes and sploshes of colour add to the already ambient characteristics. He sneaks out there and dabbles at least once a day. He says he's getting some confidence up before he ventures  out into an artists group. We picked up an old steriogram from Lifeline and made a cupboard out of it after ditching its innards. He keeps his arty farty gear in there and can be ready to work on his masterpiece at anytime he feels the urge. Me? I am on the other side of the house (calling distance) tapping away at the computer creating my own literal masterpiece! Pigs DO fly. We were toasting to thriftiness in the photo. I had found a hairdresser who charges $20 dollars less than the one I have been using for ages and ages and is local, so I went in and bought a bottle of Asti to celebrate! Frugal! Fantastic! Fun!

Our bikes.

This is what you do to shed the excess. Ride around our beautiful 'Borrowing Pit' which is around 3 kilometres (felt like 10 the first day). It's good for our lungs and keeps all the bending bits mobile. The hardest part was the seat but I am adjusting...slowly! Knees are holding up and so far it's very enjoyable. Tim even rides to the shop and back for the paper. Way to go!



One last big job at Salads Galore for the Oldies.

So many of our friends ask us what we do with out time since retiring. Well, I am hear to tell you the nasty news about retirement! Time goes just as fast as it did while working....faster some days! Catching up on all the chores that  were on the 'gunna' list are getting done...sort of. At least  plans to do them have been made for after we have finished this or that or some other adventure. We were called back into work for a clean up last week....actually we were supposed to do it months ago but never got around to it till just this week. One of  the 'storys' from our time at Salads Galore was the Onion Machine that we bought from Barker Boys in Adelaide some years back. Bloody thing would have worked but it didn't...not efficiently at least and so it was scrapped. Literally. Tim and I pulled all the bits off that were not stainless steel and broke it down to a pile of metal on a pallet. Imagine the Italian engineer who originally put it together   some 30 odd years back! He'd be horrified to think his work of engineering art being destroyed. Bits of it will hang in my garden when I get around to making them. A big gear thingy that has a great sound when you gong it and the name plate that will serve as a reminder of a chapter in our history. I believe there will be a time when we will need such reminders, or so I am told by our dear children who laugh at us getting older. They can laugh...I know their time will come!