Plugging along

Still somewhat slowly and painfully, but as I keep telling myself - each day which passes is a day closer to having that heavy plaster removed from my arm.

There are no more pics from the antique quilt exhibition.  Some of the historic quilts have been published in books with much better photos than I could take, and a few just didn't appeal to me; for instance there was a large quilt in pastel pink, blue and cream which didn't really float my boat....although it had an interesting history.  It was made in a country town during the early 1930s and duly entered in the local show, where it won first prize.  No doubt flushed by her success the maker entered it again the following year, when it won first prize again....and again....each year for ten years it was entered, and each year for ten years it won first prize.  Can't you just imagine the conversations around the tea cups.....c'mon, Mildred, don't enter it this year, give someone else a go......

One place we usually call into on our annual trip down south is the Canberra Visitor Centre because they have all manner of interesting things for sale including honey from cold climate trees, which I really like; our local honey is different because our trees grow in a relatively mild climate, while those other honeys are darker in colour and richer in flavour.

On display is an exhibition about the National Carillon, which is currently closed for renovations.  This is a keyboard section.

This shows how it is played.

And this is the other side of the keyboard.

It was interesting to see, and would have been even more interesting if we could have heard a recording of the Carillon as we browsed.

Words have been read.  Medical appointments have taken place.  Songs have been sung.  Thoughts have been thought about how to play ukulele with a plastered arm; it was tried, but was not very successful.  More thoughts are being thought on the subject as we speak.

On Thursday Kevin took me out for lunch because it was my birthday, and I do not cook on my birthday.  Ever.  I managed my birthday meal one-handed; I'm getting better at that, but it's still not easy - although the pecan pie with butterscotch sauce was easier than the salad which preceded it.

Continuing on with Conduct in Opera, Theatre or Public Hall:

"There is no obligation whatever upon a gentleman to give up his seat to a lady.  On the contrary, his duty is solely to the lady whom he accompanies.  He must remain beside her during the evening to converse with her between the acts, and to render the entertainment as agreeable to her as possible."

This is true.

Enjoy your days!

Jennifer