Wednesday summer sunset in Canberra
One of our (still fluffy!) young magpies hanging out on Friday afternoon.
Wednesday summer sunset in Canberra
One of our (still fluffy!) young magpies hanging out on Friday afternoon.
Saturday sunset in Canberra. One of many 39-degree days we’ve just had or have forecast for the next week. The garden is dead!
Blue sky and heat on the anniversary of the 2003 Canberra firestorm.
A sulphur-crested cockatoo watches me water the garden at sunset. Look at the orange summer light…
This has NOT been a productive week, but is has been very hot! We have a serious heatwave around here at the moment – forty-ish degrees every day.
After days of high temperatures, I didn’t really need to see this on Saturday night: Canberra will be the hottest city in Australia on Sunday and Monday.
There are a few authors I was supposed to be in contact with, and I am sorry for not doing that.
I became sick at the end of last week, with something that reappears every so often. From there I became sick in general. For a few days this week I was literally only eating a third of a piece of fruit a day, and struggling to keep that down. As you can imagine, it didn’t exactly leave me with the energy to get out of bed! In the end, all I could do was drink sugary drinks to try and get some energy out of them.
I am sure people have heard of the enormous paedophilia story going on in US gymnastics at the moment. It’s a long read, but this is an important article about it:
Also, this horrifying development – silencing victims by threatening lawsuits:
This week marked fifteen years since the horror of Canberra’s 2003 firestorm. It was even hotter that year, and we had a severe drought, and – combined with the dangerous winds – there were never “better” conditions for a catastrophic fire.
The rest of this week:
It’s Christmas Eve again, so here – again – is one of our “pet” wild magpies hanging out on the back deck on Christmas Eve and enjoying the music from The Nutcracker.
Saturday evening in Canberra. We had literally just sat down at the new Hawaiian restaurant when we were evacuated because of a smoke alarm! I think there were four fire engines that came.
The end of last week: lunch in the country (weird sheep!), and after that drinks next to the lake in Canberra.
We have something of a sulphur-crested cockatoo plague here!
Happy 101st birthday to Olivia de Havilland for yesterday. Perhaps best known for Gone With the Wind, she did a lot more than that over her long career.
Fascinating story about the discovery and restoration of Australia’s first flag.
This week, charges were FINALLY brought against Cardinal George Pell. An Australian, and one of the most powerful men in the Vatican, he has been making news headlines here for years. The levels of victim-blaming have been staggering, and some of the conservative media spokespeople ought to be ashamed of themselves.
And – the less said about Trump’s latest Twitter attacks (the lowest he’s ever sunk?), the better.
Speaking of Christmas books already appearing for review, I read my first of the year this week.
Nothing to do with books, but there has been a lot of sad, negative stuff on this blog recently. So – instead – watch this video!
Watch it to the end, because it starts off sort-of-funny, and then gets REALLY funny. Honestly, the best bit is the unimpressed sulphur-crested cockatoo on the left.
I’m not sure why people overseas want to spend thousands of dollars on keeping our (Australian) cockatoos as pets. They are SO loud that they’re deafening. I wouldn’t want them in the house (plus, I’m not sure it’s fair to them.)
We have a group of them living outside, and there are two in particular who hang out in the garden all day and pull things (trees, THE HOUSE) to pieces because they know it annoys us. However, they’re very smart, hilarious birds who live longer than some humans. And – of course – total idiots!
Driving past Australian Parliament on Saturday afternoon (taken from the back seat of the car). Canberra’s winter has a lot of sunshine!
First day of winter in Canberra.
A colourful last day of autumn on Wednesday.
Above is our neighbour’s ancient, blind, deaf cat this week. For some reason she has just now (at nearly nineteen years of age – in her nineties as a human) decided to move into our house. The problem is, her blindness means she often misses our back door and instead sits there and stares at the brick wall! We had to put a mat out for her because she sits there for hours…
In five days I went from frightening her at every turn, to patting her for the first time, to – on Friday – having her walk into the house, climb on top of me, and settle in for the evening. I felt a bit triumphant to gain the trust of such an unlikely cat.
We began winter with some gorgeous weather, but I’m terrified it’s already June!
So much – not all of it good, some of it hilarious – happened this week.
UPDATE: Yet another terror attack in Britain. 😦 😦
Yesterday Russia deployed 60 000 MORE troops to Crimea. Something else for everyone to ignore. People talk about how bad it was people ignored Hitler, but when Hitler started wars, the world started reacting. Putin has been invading countries for a decade now.
My cousin’s house burnt down – I kid you not. It made the news, and because it’s in the country and he was in Sydney it makes it all so much more difficult to deal with.
The ridiculous thing is that he was renting it out, and the renters basically blew it up by putting embers in a bin near the gas and electricity. However, there aren’t many laws protecting landlords from their tenants’ idiotic behaviour, so this is going to be costly for the innocent party in this mess.
Olivia Newton-John announced she has cancer again. My mother did costume work for one of her tours a few years ago, and apparently she is one of the most genuine, normal, nice celebrities behind the scenes.
Yesterday was the second anniversary of my Ukrainian grandmother’s death. We dropped by the cemetery, and the whole place was full of kangaroos (look how huge the males are!!)! I took a video of them all jumping through, but I haven’t uploaded it yet.
Gorgeous days in Canberra.
The galahs are back and eating another hole in our centuries-old eucalyptus tree. The little idiots don’t look remotely repentant for the destruction they’re taking part in!
And this little creature has moved in permanently. Very tame, and happy to sit near you on the deck.
It has been a good few weeks for reading for me. It’s one of those times of the year where it seems all my favourites have a book coming out, and I have a sea of great review books to pick from.
Driving from Queanbeyan to Canberra on Thursday afternoon. A few hours later there was a terror attack in Queanbeyan, and this road was the one the attackers used to escape interstate (the state border is at the rise up ahead on the road). Now I’ll always think of that when I see this gorgeous picture.
More of that lower in this post.
Visiting the Treasures of Versailles exhibition at the National Gallery yesterday. Canberra has had an exclusive exhibition from Versailles for a few months now (including stuff like Marie Antoinette’s harp and Madame de Pompadour’s furniture), but because I was overseas I didn’t get there until this weekend. We actually tried to visit last week, but it was so busy everywhere we couldn’t even find a place to park! Yesterday the queue to get into the exhibition was so long it ran the entire length of the building, but we were determined to visit! It ends next week.
Dropping my brother home in the city yesterday afternoon.
Gorgeous, sunny autumn afternoon.
Parrots everywhere in Canberra now the autumn berries are coming out.
There was an Islamic State-inspired terror attack here overnight from Thursday to Friday this week. Of course – because nothing makes the news unless it happens in Sydney or Melbourne – it was barely reported.
The details of it are appalling, and I won’t go into them, but two teenaged boys went on a fourteen-hour rampage. The final stabbing happened on my aunt’s street, a few metres from her front door – it could have been her.
The house one of the attackers lived in and that was raided by police is a few doors from the house my grandmother lived in until she died in 2015. The murder at the service station happened close to where I’d met people for lunch a few hours earlier, and near our Ukrainian hall. The two guys were caught across the border here in Canberra, a few streets from my house, on a road I’d been down twice that day.
Literally every location a crime was committed during the rampage was somewhere I’d been on Thursday, and also somewhere I had a personal connection to.
While Canberra is the capital city, Queanbeyan is basically a country town, a small community just over the state border, and it is so shocking that now terrorism can literally happen anywhere.
I’m so angry that it barely made the news, because things only get reported if they happen in “known” cities.
Good stuff first, because when I get to thinking back on the year I realise I was sick or injured for much of 2016 (more of that near the end), and unfortunately Putin and Trump still exist!
One good thing: I did quite a lot of travel this year, both nationally and internationally.
One of the houses we rented in Southern Italy. Having breakfast and then evening swims there, on a massive property just for us…? A definite highlight of my travels in recent years. Especially after two months of being sick and injured!
Cool things happened, like the fact we accidentally ended up in Spello in Italy during one of the country’s most famous festivals – the Infiorate, where they decorate the entire town with flower petal designs, and well over a hundred-thousand people attend. And we were there by accident, staying in a building that is actually a tourist attraction and part of the event (we didn’t know that when we booked, either!). So odd to be eating breakfast and having tourists coming in with their cameras!
Beautiful Lviv, Ukraine. What a pity I was extremely sick for this whole visit!
Hanging out with soldiers in Lviv. They were on a few days’ leave from the war for Easter, and then heading straight back to the warzone. It’s Ukrainian Easter, as you can see by the giant Easter egg in front of the Opera House!
Memorials to Ukrainians killed by pro-Russian and actual Russian snipers in the 2013-2014 revolution in Kyiv. The snipers were above the big clock on the ground, and near those trees, and they shot dozens of unarmed civilians.
More memorials to the dead (it is just being set up in this picture; the Canadian Prime Minister visited soon after). There were also snipers in the hotel on the right of the picture. The brown, wooden, traditional Ukrainian church at the back of the picture is new – part of the memorial – and they had a collection for the war.
Plus, Ukraine shocked everyone and won Eurovision while I was in Kyiv – which means Moscow is VERY upset and threatening a boycott for 2017. The winner is a Crimean Tatar who absolutely considers herself Ukrainian.
And literal cool stuff happened: Europe had a shocking summer, which meant we got snow both in our month in Ukraine AND in our month in Italy. It was an interesting “summer” trip!
Gorgeous, SOFT Rex. I miss him very much!
As I seem to every year now, I had some unexpected animal experiences. Rex and Trixie, two gorgeous cats, moved in next door to be looked after by our neighbours for a year, and for months there wasn’t a day that went by where I didn’t wake up with Rex sleeping on top of me (the strangest one was being sound asleep and dreaming about something weird and heavy on my stomach, only to lift the covers and find someone else’s cat sound asleep there!).
You can literally SEE how soft he is!
I’ve spent the past few years looking after stray cats – and now these cats – but I’m still yet to have a cat of my own. It would be irresponsible when we travel so much.
Of course, there were also all our crazy native, wild birds who adopt us every spring and summer. Australian magpies (not the same birds as magpies overseas) live for two to three decades, and they think we are part of their family. If I leave my bedroom curtains open they stand there and stare and sing and bash their beaks on the window at me from about 5:30am, to try and get me up to give them a snack.
And – despite all the racism and anti-immigration sentiment in the world at the moment – my cousin’s Turkish fiancé was granted his Australian residency, which meant they could finally marry.
Hanging out after the wedding on Sydney Harbour (duh!). Me, my mother, and one of my aunts.
Even if most elections in the world (USA, Brexit, and Australia’s federal election, for example) all took a sharp turn to the extremist, far-right, at least here in Canberra we voted for sanity and progression. There don’t seem to be many places left in the world where that is the case. It’s the 1930s again, with the fascist attitudes just before the Second World War on the rise again, and nobody seeming to care.
Me being excited and taking a BAD picture of the TV on Canberra’s election night.
Here, the “Liberal” Party is actually our right-wing, conservative party. Our country is weird. And we spell it “Labor” instead of Labour because more than a century ago some US politician came here and told us we have to use American English if we want to be progressive. And so we did…
Andrew Barr is one of the few openly gay political leaders… well, anywhere, as far as I know. I am proud to be from Canberra when most of Australia is so fascist these days.
I AM thoroughly tired of voting, however. It is compulsory here, and so I have been voting, or been spammed by politics, all year. Even on our trip to Italy they were campaigning for the local elections, and I got caught up in it!
Now, the BAD stuff…
People have called 2016 “the worst year ever”, but I’m not sure that’s accurate. It was a terrible year for people in English-speaking countries who aren’t fans of fascism, but for the people really suffering in the world at the moment, it all began long before this year. The war in Syria has been going a long time. Russia invaded Ukraine 2.5 years ago, and there were already millions of refugees (including in my own family) long before the year began. It’s old news now, but people never care until it is all about THEM, and 2016 was the year bad stuff touched the countries people consider to “matter”.
However, what a frightening year! I’m thoroughly sick of the whole topic of Trump, Putin and all their cronies. People are becoming more misogynistic, bigoted, and racist. People are becoming more selfish, and care nothing at all for anybody beyond their own countries’ borders.
But hey – I’ve been saying that for years!
Poor Norcia, before and after earthquakes. It is one of my favourite places in the world, and now it is destroyed (the top picture is mine, from June this year.)
What makes me sad about 2016 is the destruction. The natural disasters. I am starting to think I’m a curse on famous landmarks around the world. I was in Christchurch in New Zealand right before the city was destroyed in an earthquake. Before that, (though this one isn’t a natural disaster), I was living in Korea right before a madman burnt down their most famous landmark, the Namdaemun gate, a place I visited about every second weekend.
And now? All those earthquakes that destroyed the centre of Italy happened in all the places I visited this year.
2016 wasn’t all bad, but it seems as though my months in Ukraine and Italy happened years ago, not months ago. My family in Ukraine is suffering very badly, and the older ladies in the family are sick or have just died. The Russian invasion continues.
The more I think about it, the more I remember I was badly sick and/or injured for almost the whole year, from a dislocated knee in Sydney, to a broken hand in Italy, to a ruptured eardrum that left me deaf for the whole month I was in Ukraine, to a terrible disease (the Kremlin is importing illnesses into Ukraine as part of their warfare), where I literally could not speak AT ALL for weeks – that made meeting strangers fun (and at a few points it was incredibly embarrassing)! Plus, I had some painful eye problems (my eyesight is so weak, and my contact lens prescription so strong, that optometrists just about have a heart attack every time I go to a new person). Then on top of all of that I’ve started eating a gluten-free diet because I was becoming nauseous and faint from eating like a regular person. I miss all my favourite foods and drinks!
What a mess! I sound like a drama queen…
I guess the best word to describe 2016 is “dramatic”. Or maybe even “melodramatic”. I think we all learnt a few upsetting, hard truths about our fellow humans. From the neo-Nazi murdering Jo Cox – and it still not having any influence over the Brexit result, to the Russian football hooligans who went on violent and murderous rampages in France, to the terror attacks pretty much everywhere, to the fact so many millions of Americans who disrespect women so much they voted for “grab her by the pussy”, this year we learnt that the average human being isn’t as decent as we’d hoped they were.
I’d like to say 2017 will be better, but I’m not so sure about that… I do wonder where all these monsters are, however. Because, from the people I see regularly at my favourite cafés and bars, to the American tourists I met in Italy who are ashamed of Trump (including those from Republican states), I seem to mostly meet decent people. Where is this silent majority ruining it for the rest of us??
Tomorrow will be one year since we were doing our Christmas baking, and one of our friendly magpies spent the entire afternoon standing at our back door and listening to the ballet music from The Nutcracker. I’ve never before seen a bird do such a stupid pose! I only have a short video here. I wish I’d taken a longer one, but I was too busy.